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LULLABIES  AND 
SLUMBER  SONGS 


LULLABIES  AND 
SLUMBER  SONGS 


WITH  A  FEW  OTHER 
CHILD  VERSES 


By 

LINCOLN    HULLEY 


FOURTH    EDITION 


PUBLISHED    BY  THE    AUTHOR 
LEWISBURG,  PA.    :    :     J90J 


COPYRIGHT.  1900 
BY   LINCOLN    HULLEY 


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CONTENTS 


Esquimau  Lullaby i 

Sleep,  Little  Darling 3 

The  Charmed  Sleep 4 

The  Water  Babies'  Lullaby 5 

The  Little  Moon  Baby 7 

The  Lark's  Nesting  Song 9 

Byloland      10 

The  Poppy  Garden n 

Mammy's  Little  Honey  Boy 13 

The  Pixie  Folk 15 

A  Slumber  Song 16 

Indian  Lullaby 17 

Brother  Ben 20 

A  Fairy  Lullaby 21 

"Born  by  Request" 23 

Going  to  London  Town 24 

A  Nesting  Song 26 

The  New  Arrival 27 

Mother's  Little  Sunshine 28 

Dance,  Faeries,  Dance 30 

A  Summer  Night 31 

Off  in  the  Country  where  Dreamland  Lies    .    .  32 

The  Bumble-Bee  Babies 33 

The  Sea  of  Sleep 35 

Childless 36 

Sleep,  Baby,  Sleep 37 

The  Dream  Ship 38 

The  Coming  of  Night 39 

(vii) 


CONTENTS 

PAGE 

A  Lullaby 40 

Fisher's  Lullaby 41 

Dance  for  Your  Daddy 42 

The  Stork 44 

A  Nocturne 45 

Off  in  the  Land  of  the  Fairies 46 

Gypsy  Lullaby 47 

The  Sandman 48 

The  New  Born  Babe 50 

A  Story  for  Bedtime 51 

A  Child's  Dream 52 

The  Lamb  Outside  the  Fold 53 

Good  and  Bad  Children's  Dreams 55 

Return  of  the  Dream  Ship 56 

A  Vesper  Song 57 

An  Invocation  to  Sleep 58 

The  Land  of  Dreams 59 

Mother  Goose 60 

The  Fantastic  World  of  Childhood. 

1.  Shadow-land 62 

2.  The  Dream  Country 63 

Sailor's  Lullaby 64 

A  Cradle  Song 66 

An  Eventide  Song 67 

Matins      68 

An  Old  English  Lullaby 69 

The  Night  Express 70 

A  Good-night  Pat 71 

Infancy 72 

The  Little  Flower  Gatherer 73 

The  Hour  of  Sleep 74 

A  Close  Resemblance 75 

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CONTENTS 

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A  Fairy  Tale 76 

Little  Cry-Baby 78 

A  Mother  Looking  Forward  and  Backward  .    .  79 

Sing  a  Song  of  Bedtime 80 

Rock-a-bye,  Hush-a-bye,  Lull-a-bye     ....  82 

Bye,  Baby,  Bye 83 

The  Children's  Prayer 84 

The  Sleeping  Beauty 85 

Little  Bo-Peep 86 

The  Old  Nurse 88 

The  Nest  Cradle 89 

A  Promise  to  Baby 90 

Putting  the  Baby  to  Sleep 91 

Waking  Song 92 

In  the  Arms  of  Morpheus 93 

Mother's  Wee  Willie  Winkie  Lad 94 

A  Twilight  Song 95 

A  Slumber  Spell 96 

Off  for  Slumber  Island 97 

Baby  Bye 98 

Asleep 99 

The  Voice  of  the  Turtle 100 

The  Night  Ferryman 102 

The  Restless  Child 103 

An  Orchard  Nap 104 

A  Nursery  Lullaby 105 

A  Visit  to  Sleepy  Hollow. 

1.  Getting  Ready 106 

2.  The  Start 107 

3.  The  Journey 108 

4.  Sleepy  Hollow 108 

5.  The  Return 109 

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CONTENTS 

PAGE 

Going  to  Bed „ 109 

A  Poem  with  a  Purr-puss in 

Moon,  Hide  Your  Light 112 

The  Dream  Tree 113 

Hush-a-bye 114 


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LULLABIES    AND    SLUMBER 
SONGS 


ESQUIMAU    LULLABY 

TTfRAPPED   in  the    fur  of  bear  or  seal 

Close  and   warm,  snug   and  warm, 
Journeying  straight  to  the  land  of  the  leal 

Safe  from  harm,  safe  from  harm, 
Born  in  the  land  of  ice  and  snow, 
List  to  the  song  when  the  North  winds 

blow, 

Sung   to  the   dear   little    Esquimau, 
Snug   and   warm,  safe  and  warm  : 
"Blow,    blow,  cold   winds,   blow, 
Mother   loveth    her   baby  so, 
Blow,  blow,  oh,  shout  and   blow  ! 
Sleep,   little    Esquimau." 

They   speed    from   the   place    of    the    great 

North    star, — 
Snug    and    warm,   baby's  warm. 


LULLABIES    AND    SLUMBER    SONGS 

They  speed   them  away  to  a   land    afar  ; 

Baby  is  snug   and    warm. 
With.  'a  .'t^rnb-e    blast  of   their  icy  breath, 
Th'ey  freeze  up,  the   land  with  the   kiss  of 


. 

While  these  are  the  words  that  the  mother 

saith 

In  song  to  her  baby  warm  : 
"Blow,   blow,  cold   winds,  blow, 
Mother   loveth    her    baby  so, 
Blow,  blow,  oh    shout  and    blow  ! 
Sleep,  little    Esquimau." 

With    gruff,    hoarse  voice  they  bluster  and 

blow  : 

"Go  to  sleep,  snug    and  warm." 
And   the   Esquimau  mother  sings  soft    and 

low  : 

"Dream  and   sleep  —  snug   and   warm." 
Blow,   ye  winds,   for  woe  or  weal, 
Baby  is  snug   in    his  skin  of   seal, 
And  journeyeth  safe  to  the  land  of  the  leal, 
Seal   skin's  warm  —  snug   and   warm  : 
"Blow,  blow,  cold   winds,  blow, 
Mother   loveth    her   baby  so, 
Blow,  blow,  oh  shout  and  blow  ! 
Sleep,   little    Esquimau." 


SLEEP,    LITTLE     DARLING 


SLEEP,    LITTLE   DARLING 

OLEEP,  little  darling,  the  day  is  done; 
Darkness  steals  down    from  the    dusky 

skies ; 
Crickets    are    calling,    the    night   dews   are 

falling, 

And   sleepy  stars  blink  with   their  pretty 
bright  eyes. 

Bluebells  are  tolling  an  elfin  lay, 

Telling  of  dreamland  and  slumber  sweet; 

List  to  their  chiming  and  rhythmical  rhym- 
ing, 
Summer  is  golden  and  gladsome  and  fleet. 

See  yonder  fairy  with   bright    gold  wings 
Dance  to  the  tune  of  his  light  guitar, 

Dance  to  the  playing  of  merry  maids  saying, 
"Oh,  what  a  pretty  bright  fairy  you  are!" 

Now  in  a  circle  they  slowly  wind, 

Swinging  a  cradle  of   light  green  moss, 

Swaying    and    swinging,    oh,    list    to    their 

singing, 
As  over  the  cradle  dream  flowers  they  toss. 


LULLABIES    AND    SLUMBER    SONGS 

Moonbeams  are  woven    in    tangled   webs, 

Veiling   the  mist  in  the  baby's  eyes; 
Slowly  he's  sinking,  his  drowsy  eyes  blink- 
ing, 

The  zephyrs  have  borne  him  to  dreamy 
skies. 


A  CHARMED    SLEEP 

'VT'E  Nymphs  and  Sprites  of  dale  and 
hill, 

Come  work  your  charms  on  baby  Ben; 
Some  drowsy  soothing  lotion  spill, 

Such  as  ye  find  in  wood  and  glen. 

Spin  round  his  couch  your  magic  webs, 
Then  twist  their  ends  round  some  strong 
bough ; 

And  as  he  swings,  and  day  slow  ebbs, 
Chant  round  his  rest  a  kindly  vow. 

Waft  to  him  soft  some  gentle  breeze 
To  lightly  rock  his  cradle  nest, 

That  with  the  swaying  of  the  trees 
His  wakeful  heart  be  lulled  to  rest. 


THE    WATER    BABIES'    LULLABY 

Then  on  his  forehead  bind  some  spell 
That  fairies  learn  to  brew  and  steam, 

That  it  may  soothe  and  charm  him  well, 
As  slumber  woos  him  with  a  dream. 

Then  o'er  his  sleeping  form  let  fall 

A  coverlet  of  poppies  red, 
And  of  your  dream  -  flowers  one  and  all, 

Entwine  a  wreath  around  his  head. 


THE  WATER   BABIES'    LULLABY 


,   far    away    in    the    depths    of    mid- 

ocean, 
The    wee    water    babies    are    lulled    by    a 

potion 
Distilled  by  the  sirens,  whose  beautiful  sing- 

ing 
The    Goddess  of    Sleep    to    their  eyelids  is 

bringing. 

Over    the    billows    their    music    goes    fly- 

ing, 
Wafted    by    winds    that    are    singing     and 

sighing, 

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LULLABIES    AND    SLUMBER    SONGS 

And  the  song  that  they  sing  is  the  song 
of  the  sirens, 

In  cadences  swelling  through  ocean's  en- 
virons. 

The  surf  of  the  sea  sings  a  song   that   is 

steady, 
A  song  that  is  haunting  and  ceaseless  and 

ready, 
And    it    breaks   on    the   ear    in    a    musical 

treble, 
This  song  of  the  surf  on  the  shore  to  each 

pebble. 

The   little   pink  shells  on    the  shore  softly 

murmur 
A  melody  sweet    that    grows   stronger   and 

firmer, 
'Tis  the  very  same  song  that  the  sirens  are 

singing, 
Sending    soft   echoes   through    all    the   sea 

ringing. 

The  fishermen's  lads,   as  they  lie  on  their 

pillows, 
Are  charmed    by  the  songs  of  the  musical 

billows, 


THE     LITTLE     MOON     BABY 

And  fishermen's  wives  lull  their  dear  little 

ladies, 
With    lullabies    sweet    of    the    wee    water 

babies. 

The    gods  of   the  sea  wed    the  nymphs  of 

the  waters, 
The  merry  mermaids  and   the  naiads    their 

daughters, 
And  the  wee  water  babies  bring  honor  and 

glory, 
And    figure    in    every    old     sea    song    and 

story. 


THE   LITTLE   MOON   BABY 

1LJAVE   you   ever   heard   of   the   man    in 

the  moon, 

Whose  round  tower  house  is  on  high? 
His  wife    is   the  woman  who  rode  on  the 

broom, 

The  cobwebs  to  sweep  from  the  sky. 
And  a  wee  little  toddler  they  have  in  their 

home, 
And  a  bonny  wee  cradle  for  him, 


LULLABIES    AND    SLUMBER    SONGS 

And  they  rock -a- bye,   rock-a-bye,  rock-a- 

bye  some, 
And  they've  a  dipper  and  ladle  for  him. 

His  cradle  appears  far  away  in  the  west, 

Just  after  the  sun  has  gone  down, 
A  fine  golden  crescent  to  rock  him  to  rest, 
When  the   lights    have  gone  out  in  the 

town. 

And  then  in  that  cradle  way  up  in  the  blue, 
Where  the  south  wind  blows  soft  through 

his  hair, 
They   rock-a-bye,    rock-a-bye,    rock-a-bye 

boo 
The  baby  consigned  to  their  care. 

Oh!    the  man  in  the  moon  is  a  very  fine 

man, 

His  wife  is  a  lady  I  know. 
But  the  very  best  thing  —  you  may  guess  if 

you  can  — 

Is  the  little  moon  baby,  heigh  ho! 
He  nestles  himself  in  the  cradle  so  neat, 

His  cover  is  maidenhair  fern, 
Then  rock-a-bye,  rock-a-bye,  rock-a-bye, 

sweet, 
But  promise  us  soon  to  return. 

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THE     LARK'S    NESTING    SONG 


THE    LARK'S   NESTING   SONG 

JLJEIGH  ho  !    who  cares  for  weather? 
Birds  of  a  feather  flocking  together; 
Heigh    ho  !     under  the  heather 
Meadow   larks   love    to    build. 

Hark    to    the    lark,    to    the    lark    in     the 

meadow  ! 

Sunshine  or  rain    her  building   goes  on, 
Singing  with  joy  to  her  mate  of  their  treas- 
ures, 

Saying,   "The    children    will    find    us    at 
home." 

Heigh    ho  !     who  cares   for  weather  ? 

Birds   of   a   feather  flocking   together  ; 
Heigh    ho  !     under   the    heather 
Meadow   larks   love  to    build. 

Near  to  the  window  a   mother  is  crooning 

Lullabies  sweet  to  her  baby  boy  ; 
She    nestles    the    little    one    close    to    her 

bosom 

The   while   she    is    hearing   the   meadow 
lark's   joy. 


LULLABIES    AND    SLUMBER    SONGS 

Heigh    ho  !     who    cares   for  weather  ? 

Birds   of    a   feather    flocking   together  ; 
Heigh    ho  !     under   the    heather 
Meadow   larks   love   to    build. 


BYLOLAND 

OWING  in  your  hammock  to  Byloland, 
°  Byloland,  Byloland; 

Swinging  and  swaying  to  Byloland, 

Gently,  slowly  away. 
The    day's  far   spent    and   the    night    is   at 

hand, 

We're  now  on  the  border  of  Byloland, 
Where   the    pretty   wood    fairies   will   wave 

their   wand, 
In  Byloland. 

Floating  and  drifting  to  Byloland, 

Byloland,   Byloland; 
Lulled  in  his  hammock  to  Byloland, 

Softly,  surely  away, 
Like  a  lonely  cloud  on  a  summer  sky, 
Or  mild  sea  winds  when  the  moon  is  high, 
So  goeth  our  dear  little  baby  bye 

To  Byloland. 


THE     POPPY    GARDEN 

Rocked  in  his  hammock  to  Byloland, 

Byloland,  Byloland; 
Smiling  and  dreaming  in  Byloland, 

Loved  by  a  fairy  fay. 
The  bells  of  Elfland  are  tolling  a  lay, 
The  very  same  one  that  the  fairies  play, 
On    the    bluebell's   rim   ere    the    break   of 
day, 

In  Byloland. 


THE   POPPY  GARDEN 

A    BEAUTIFUL  garden,  the   garden  of 
**       sleep, 

Is  growing,  is    blooming. 
Its   gateway   is  sacred,   its  avenues    deep, 
The    trailing     ground     laurels    all    over    it 

creep, 
While  pretty  dream  fairies  their  night  vigils 

keep 
Over  the  dream  flowers  blooming. 

When  Morpheus  prepares  to  receive  all   his 

guests 
So   softly  and   slowly, 


LULLABIES    AND    SLUMBER    SONGS 

When  singing    birds  cuddle  them  down   in 

their  nests, 

And  marybuds  wearily  nod  on  their  breasts, — 
The   poppies   then    open  their   gay  colored 

vests 
So  meekly  and    lowly. 

Then  children  go  down  to  the    garden   at 

night 
Right   merrily  singing. 

They   come   to    the    flowers   so   richly   be- 
dight, 

And  gaily  they  garland  them  in  the  moon- 
light; 

They  weave  in  a  chaplet  of  dream  flowers 

bright 
All   tenderly  clinging. 

While  other  wee  maidens  encompassed  with 

care 

Are  pining  and  weeping, 
Go    gather    me    poppies    to   weave    in    thy 

hair, 
The  poppies  that  grow  in  the  garden  out 

there 

The  drowsiest,  sleepiest  poppies,  my  Fair — 
Speak  softly,  she's  sleeping. 


MAMMY'S   LITTLE   HONEY  BOY 


MAMMY'S   LITTLE   HONEY  BOY 

T    ITTLE    nigger   baby  on   his    mammy's 
^^      black    breast, 

Mammy's  little  honey  boy. 
Fightin'  with  the  sandman,   does  his   level 

best, 

Mammy's  little  honey  boy. 
Mammy's   gwine    to    eat    you    cause   you's 

just  molasses  sweet, 
Mammy's  sweet  persimmon  you,  guess  you 

can't  be  beat, 
Eyes    a-battin' — teeth    a-shinin' — my,    but 

you  is  neat! 
Mammy's  little  honey  boy. 

Daddy's  on  a  coon  hunt, —  love  him,  'deed 
I  do, 

Mammy's  little  honey  boy, 
Bring  us    home  some   'possum  meat,   coon 
meat,  too, 

Mammy's  little  honey  boy. 
Squinch  owl  hootin'  in  the  big  black  wood, 
Coon  dog  a-barkin'  like  a  coon  dog  should, 
Bogie  man  '11  catch  you  if  you  don't  be  good, 

Mammy's  little  honey  boy. 

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LULLABIES    AND    SLUMBER    SONGS 

Pickaninny  kickin'  in  his  corn  husk  bed, 

Mammy's  little  honey  boy. 
Folks    '11   think   you's    Irish,    kinky   woolly 

head, 

Mammy's   little   honey   boy. 
Rollin'    in     the     dirt     on    the     old     sandy 

floor, 
Eatin'  hunks  of  johnny  cake  at  the  cabin 

door, 
Dodgin'  in  the  bushes  when  a-runnin'  from 

the  boar, 
Mammy's  little  honey  boy. 

Little    nigger   baby    is    asleep   on    mammy's 

breast, 

Mammy's  little  honey  boy. 
Mammy's  colored  cherub  is  a-dreamin'   of 

the  blest, 

Mammy's  little  honey  boy. 
Chasin'  round  the  cotton  fields  in  the  land 

of  dreams, 
Hears  the  banjo  pickin'  and  he  knows  just 

what  it  means, 

Climbin'  up  to  glory  on  some  wabbly  sun- 
beams, 
Mammy's  little  honey  boy. 


THE    PIXIE    FOLK 


THE   PIXIE   FOLK 

Pixie  people  live  up  in  the  skies, 
They   are    pale    and    pretty   and   very 

wise, 
And    they   like   little    children   with    bright 

blue   eyes, 
And   are   kind   and    good   to    them. 

They     pitch     their     tents    by     the     Milky 

Way; 
They  dance  down  the  lane  with  the   fairy 

fay; 
They  dance  and  they  sing  till  the  break  of 

day — 
Don't  you  want  to  go  look  at  them  ? 

'Neath  the  shimmer  and  sheen  of  the  pale 

moonlight, 
'Neath   the   silent   stars  with    their   golden 

light, 
You  may  see  all   these   folk  on  a  summer 

night, 
If   you   keep  a   good  watch    for  them. 

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LULLABIES    AND    SLUMBER    SONGS 

Then  off  to  the  skies,  and  —  oh,  please  say 

for  me 
That    I  want    them  to    give  sweet    dreams 

to  thee  ! 
And   then,    dear,  return    to   the   earth   and 

be 
Very  good  to  me  and  them. 


A   SLUMBER   SONG 


COME,    little    bird,    with    the   rich    full 
note, 

Trill  for  the  baby  your  sweetest  lay; 
Trill,  little    bird,  trill,   little    bird, 
Trill   for   him  all   the    day. 

Come,  little  bee,  with  the  deep  low  hum, 
Buzz   for  the   baby  a   good    bass  song; 

Buzz,   little   bee,  buzz,  little    bee, 
Buzz  to    him   low  and   long. 

Come,  little   bell,  with    the  silver  ring, 
Toll   for  the   baby  some   fairy  rune  ; 

Toll,   little   bell,  toll,   little    bell, 
Toll  him  your  softest  tune. 

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INDIAN    LULLABY 


Come,  little    girl,  with    the    gentle  voice, 
Sing   to   the    baby  some   lullaby; 

Sing,   little   girl,  sing,   little   girl, 
Sing   to  our   baby -bye. 


INDIAN   LULLABY 

P\EEP    in  the  forest  an  Indian  mother 
•^^^        Croons  to  her  baby  boy, 
Tells  him  a  tale  of  the  wildly  strange  wood 

life, 

Fills  his  young  heart  with  wild  joy. 
Screech  of   the  night  owl,  whine  of   the 

panther, 

Hiss  of  the  serpent,  scream  of  the  goose — 
Scare  not  your  red  friend,  dusky -skinned 

brother, 
Indian's  brave  young  papoose. 

Near   to    the    tent    door    Great    Hawk    is 

sleeping, 

Dreaming  of  war  and  the  chase, 
Great  Hawk,  the  hunter  and  terrible  war- 
rior, 
Bravest  and    best  of   his  race. 

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LULLABIES    AND    SLUMBER    SONGS 

Screech  of  the   night   owl,  whine  of   the 

panther, 

Hiss  of  the  serpent,  scream  of  the  goose — 
Scare  not  your  red  friend,  dusky-skinned 

brother, 
Indian's  brave  young   papoose. 

Down  through  the  pine  tops  shines  the  soft 

moonlight, 

Papoose  swings  under  the  trees; 
Papoose     is    wondering     what     means    the 

moonlight, 

What  secret  whispers  the  breeze. 
Screech  of   the  night  owl,  whine  of   the 

panther, 
Hiss     of     the     serpent,     scream    of     the 

goose  — 
Scare  not  your  red  friend,  dusky -skinned 

brother, 
Indian's    brave  young   papoose. 

Far    in    the    deep    woods    wild    wolves    are 

barking, 

Sleep,  little    papoose,   oh,   sleep  ! 
Over  the  moon's  face  storm  clouds  are  dark- 
ling, 
*  Over  the  papoose  comes  sleep. 

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INDIAN    LULLABY 

Screech  of   the  night  owl,  whine  of  the 

panther, 

Hiss  of  the  serpent,  scream  of  the  goose — 
Scare  not  your  red  friend,  dusky -skinned 

brother, 
Indian's    brave    young   papoose. 

Thunder,    O   black   sky  !     flash,    flash,    ye 

lightnings  ! 

Papoose   knows  nothing  of   fear  ; 
Clouds  with  the  rain  drops,  tell,  tell   your 

anguish  ! 

Papoose  shall  not  shed  a  tear. 
Screech  of   the  night  owl,  whine  of  the 

panther, 
Hiss    of     the    serpent,     scream     of    the 

goose  — 
Scare  not  your  red  friend,  dusky-skinned 

brother, 
Indian's   brave  young   papoose. 

Swayed   by  the  breezes,   papoose  is  dream- 
ing, 

Lone  Wolf  has  crooned  him  to  rest, 
Lone  Wolf,  the  mother,  lies  under  his  ham- 
mock, 
Sleeping,    yet    guarding   the  nest. 

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LULLABIES    AND    SLUMBER    SONGS 

Screech  of   the  night  owl,  whine  of    the 

panther, 

Hiss  of  the  serpent,  scream  of  the  goose — 
Scare  not  your  red  friend,  dusky-skinned 

brother, 
Indian's   brave  young   papoose. 


BROTHER  BEN 

5  A.  M. 

tTE'S  a  noisy  little  boy,  brother  Ben. 

He's  as  dainty  as  a  toy,  brother  Ben. 

He's  a  merry,  merry  laugher, 

He's  a  joJly,  jolly  chaffer, 
He's  a  funny,  funny  gaSer,  brother  Ben. 

9  A.  M. 

He's  a  thirsty  little  boy,  brother  Ben. 

He's  as  hungry  as  a  bear,  brother  Ben. 
He's  a  pesky  little  teaser, 
He  could  eat  an  ice-cream  freezer, 

He's  as  bold  as  Julius  Caesar,  brother  Ben. 

12   NOON 

He's  a  dirty  little  boy,  brother  Ben. 

He's  no  longer  mother's  joy,  brother  Ben. 


A    FAIRY    LULLABY 

He's  been  playing  in  the  puddle 
Till  his  clothes  are  in  a  muddle, 
He's  too  dirty  now  to  cuddle,  brother  Ben. 

4  P.  M. 

He's  a  bossy  little  boy,  brother  Ben. 

He's  beginning  to  annoy,  brother  Ben. 
He's  his  father's  little  codger, 
He's  his  mother's  artful  dodger, 

He's  a  very  welcome  lodger,  brother  Ben. 

7  P.  M. 

He's  a  tired  little  boy,  brother  Ben. 

He's  a  drowsy  little  boy,  brother  Ben. 
He  has  lost  his  love  of  frolic, 
He  must  have  a  spell  of  colic, 

Here,  a  dose  of  "palegolic,"  brother  Ben. 


A   FAIRY   LULLABY 

J\    PRETTY   young    fairy   got    ready   to 
**      sleep, 

As  all  pretty  fairies  should  do. 
He   gave   to    his    mother    his   treasures   to 
keep — 

This  fairy  was  pretty,  like  you. 


LULLABIES    AND    SLUMBER    SONGS 

He    climbed   just   as    fast    as    his   little    legs 

could, 
And  cuddled  him  down  where  the  sleeping 

was  good, 
He     did     just      exactly     what      all     fairies 

would, 
And  delighted  his  mother,  too. 

She  hugged  him  and  cooed  him  and  prom- 
ised to  keep 

A  watch  on  his  treasures  so  rare; 
Then  sang  to    him  softly  and  rocked    him 

to  sleep, 
And   smoothed    back    his   light    golden 

hair. 
And    there,   on    the    edge   of  a  bright  fairy 

sea, 
She     lulled     him     to    rest    with     a     sweet 

melody, 

That  lingered  in  mind  like  a  dear  memory, 
To  soften  his  childish  care. 

And  now  mother's  darling  should  lay  down 
his  head, 

And  pillow  it  safe  on  her  breast. 
He's  tired  and  sleepy  and  ready  for  bed, 

So  settle  right  down  in  his  nest. 


"BORN  BY  REQUEST" 

The  fairies  will  dance  with  their  fairy  queen, 
And  no  one  shall  know  what  the  baby  has 

seen  ; 
The  fairies  have  found   him  and  love  him, 

I  ween; 
I'll  lay  him  down  here  to  rest. 


"BORN    BY   REQUEST" 

f~\  CHILD  of  the  ancient  promise 

That  "twain  shall  become  one  flesh," 
His  soul  and  my  soul  united, 

Caught  in  this  dainty  rose  mesh; 
Fashioned  in  silence  and  darkness, 

Awaiting  the  day  of  the  Lord; 
Springing  to  life  in  a  moment 

When  speaks  the  Eternal  Word; 

Thine  eyes  with  the  crystal  lenses, 

Their  curtains  uphung  in  the  dark; 
Thy  resonant  chords  for  music 

Surpassing  the  meadow  lark; 
Thine  ear  with  its  delicate  fittings, 

And  the  drum  set  in  behind, — 
Were  wrought  in  the  silent  chambers 

Of  the  deaf  and  the  dumb  and  the  blind ! 

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LULLABIES    AND    SLUMBER    SONGS 

O  child  of  the  future  promise 

To  blossom  and  bud  and  bloom, 
To  rise  in  the  strength  of  Jehovah, 

To  bring  the  Lord's  joy  for  gloom; 
Welcome,  thrice  welcome,  thine  advent, 

Since  that  thou  wast  born   by  request, 
Pledge  of  a  love  that  is  endless, 

Devoted  and  happy  and  blest! 

Sprung  from  the  womb  of  a  woman, 

From  out  of  the  weak  the  strong; 
Go  forth  in  the  might  of  Elijah? 

To  battle  for  right  against  wrong. 
The  scepter  of  love  be  thy  scepter, 

Thy  mandates  speed  swift  upon  wings; 
Though  humble  and  lowly  thy  coming, 

Thou  shalt  one  day  be  crowned  among 
kings. 


GOING  TO   LONDON   TOWN 

A  S  I  was  going  to  London  town 
*^     On  a  great  big  stone  I  sat  me  down, 
And  watched  the  people  that  passed  me  by, 
Who  carried  such  loads  it  made  me  cry. 

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GOING    TO     LONDON    TOWN 

One  was  tired  and  stopped  to  rest; 
Another  was  sleepy,  so  sleep  was  best. 
By   the   side   of   the   road   they   laid    them 

down, 
The  way  was  weary  to  London  town. 

I  counted  the  men  of  great  renown 
Who  journeyed  the  way  to  London  town ; 
Some    lost    their    money    and    some    their 

fame, 
And  each  of  them  quite  forgot  his  name. 

I  counted  the  men  who  lagged    behind, 
So  weary  they  were  they  soon  grew  blind; 
Their    loads   were   heavy,    they    all    bowed 

down 
Before  they  arrived  at  London  town. 

Some  were  arrayed   in  cap  and  gown, 
Trudging  along  to  London  town. 
Their  steps  grew  slower  and  still  more  slow, 
Until  not  a  man  could    further  go. 

How  many  men  can  you  count,  let's  see, — 
"  Five  and  a  dozen  make  nearly  three  "  ? 
You  must  be  sleepy,  so,  dear,  go  down 
Along  with  the  rest  to  London  town. 

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LULLABIES    AND    SLUMBER    SONGS 

A   NESTING    SONG 

'  I  4  WO  happy  robins  are  building  a  nest, 

Talking   and    singing   of   summer, 
Gathering  grasses  and  twigs  that  are  best, 
Meet   for  their  home  in  the  summer. 
Then   O  for  the  joys  of  the  midsummer 

days, 

For  the  babes  *  neat  h  the  midsummer  skies, 
And  O  for  the  calm  of  a  midsummer  eve, 
And  the  warble  of  bird  lullabies  ! 

Over  the  meadows  they  scurry  with  haste — 
Welcome,  thrice  welcome,  the  summer!  — 
Their   hearts    all    a-flutter,   no  moment  to 

waste, 
For  days  speed  away  into  summer. 

Then  O  for  the  joys  of  the  midsummer 

days, 

For  the  babes  'neath  the  midsummer  skies, 
And  O  for  the  calm  of  a  midsummer  eve, 
And  the  warble  of  bird  lullabies  ! 

Winging  and  singing  they  never  take  rest, — 
Always  a  song  of  the  summer  !  — 
Round  as  a  barrel  they  fashion  their  nest, 
Open  on  top    o  the  summer. 
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THE     NEW    ARRIVAL 

Then  O  for  the  joys  of  the  midsummer 

days, 

For  the  babes  'neath  the  midsummer  skies, 
And  O  for  the  calm  of  a  midsummer  eve, 
And  the  warble  of  bird  lullabies  ! 

Autumn  has  come  and  the  young  ones  have 
fled, 

And  gone  is  the  gladness  of  summer; 

The  light  and  the  glory  of  nesting  have  sped, 

But  memory  stays  of  the  summer. 

Then  O  for  the  joys  of  the  midsummer  days, 
For  the  babes  'neath  the  midsummer  skies, 
And  O  for  the  calm  of  a  midsummer  eve, 
And  the  warble  of  bird  lullabies  ! 


THE    NEW  ARRIVAL 

T'M  a  pilgrim,  and  I'm  a  stranger, 
I  am  weary,  I  am  tired,  let  me  sleep. 
Oh,  such   a   journey  ! 
The  angels   led   me  ; 
The  night  was  darkness  ; 
And   I   am  spent  — 
I'm  a   pilgrim  and   I'm  a  stranger, 
I  would  tarry,  I  would  tarry  for  the  night. 
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LULLABIES    AND    SLUMBER    SONGS 

I'm  a   pilgrim,  and   I'm  a  stranger, 

I  am  weary,  let  me  tarry  for  the  night. 

I  have  no  name,  sir  ; 

I  came   from  nowhere  ; 

I  have  no  comrades  ; 

None   know  me   here  — 
I'm  a   pilgrim,  and   I'm  a  stranger, 
Let  me  tarry,  let  me  tarry  for  the  night. 

I'm  a   pilgrim,  and   I'm  a  stranger, 

I    am  sleepy,  I  would   tarry  for  the  night. 

What    did   you  say,  sir  ? 

I'm  very  welcome  ? 

You    have  a  name,  too  ? 

And   I   may  stay  ? 
I'm  a  pilgrim,  and   I'm  a  stranger, 
I  shall  tarry,  then,  shall  tarry  many  a  night. 


MOTHER'S   LITTLE    SUNSHINE 

TLJO!     Fairies,   here   comes   a   wee   worn 

pilgrim, 

He's  drowsy  and  tired,  so  be  good  to  him; 
Open  your  palace  gates  wide  to  him, 
And  let  my  dear  Sunshine  in. 

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MOTHER'S   LITTLE   SUNSHINE 

He  has  been  on  the  outs  such  a  long,  long 

while, 
And    his  head  nods  now,  and    he'll    hardly 

smile, 

And  he  cried  just  a  bit, — say  you  will  on  trial 
Let  my  nice  Sunshine  in? 

Oh!     Fairies,    you    don't    know   how  good 

he  is, 
Nor  how  much  you  would  pay  for  one  hug 

of  his, 

Nor  how  full  of  sweet  wine  is  one  baby  kiss ; 
Won't  you  let  my  Sunshine  in? 

Like  morning  dews  were    the  tears    in    his 

eyes, 
And  his  bosom  heaved  with  the  deepest  of 

sighs, 

But  now  merry  dimples  and  smiles  arise, 
So  please  let  my  Sunshine  in. 

There   he   goes  through  the   gates   to   the 

bright  sunland, 

Like  a  ray  of  light  from  the  rainbow's  band, 
And  he  holdeth  our  hearts  in  his  tiny  sweet 

hand, 
Now  my  dear  Sunshine's  in. 

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LULLABIES   AND    SLUMBER   SONGS 


DANCE,    FAERIES,    DANCE 

TINDER  the  light  of  the  silvery  moon, 

Dance,  faeries,  dance. 
Dance  to  a  frolicsome  rhythmical  rune, 

Dance,  faeries,  Dance. 
The  Faeries  circle  around  their  queen 
And  dance  together  upon  the  green 
With  many  a  courtesy  low,  I  ween. 

Dance,   faeries,  dance. 

The  fireflies  flit  over  forest  and  field, 

Dance,  faeries,  dance. 

Each    carries   a    lantern    'neath   wing   con- 
cealed, 

Dance,  faeries,  dance. 
With  footfalls  light  on  the  grassy  ground, 
The  faeries  scamper  and  race  around, 
And  merrily  skipping  they  leap  and  bound. 

Dance,  faeries,  dance. 

The  fireflies  lend  such  a  glimmer  and  glow, 

Dance,  faeries,  dance. 
They  zigzag  over  the  dancers  slow, 

Dance,  faeries,  dance. 

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A    SUMMER    NIGHT 

When    children    asleep    in    their    beds    are 

seen, 

The  faeries  flutter  and  dance  between, 
In  a  kind  of  mythical  mystical  sheen. 
Dance,  faeries,  dance. 


A   SUMMER   NIGHT 

CILENT  night,  peaceful  night, 
Still  shine  on,  stars  of  light; 
Hushed  are  the  winds  of  the  summer  night, 
Soft  fall  the  dews  of  the  starry  night, 
While  the  storm  king  is  sleeping. 

Lovely  night,  starry  night, 
Soft  and  clear,  clear  and  bright, 
Sweet  is  the  peace  of  the  pale  moonlight, 
Mild  is  the  shine  of  the  soft  starlight, 
While  the  calm  earth  is  sleeping. 

Hail,  O  night,  glorious  night, 
Restful,  fair,  balmy,  bright! 
Gentle  and  still  is  the  calm  old  night, 
Tender  and  kind  is  the  good  old  night, 
While  the  wood  life  is  sleeping. 

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LULLABIES    AND    SLUMBER    SONGS 

Holy  night,  sacred  night, 
Sleep  and  dream,  soft  and  light; 
Slumber  is  sweet  in  the  tranquil  night, 
Potent  the  spell  of  the  moon  to-night, 
While  our  sweet  boy  is  sleeping. 


OFF    IN    THE    COUNTRY    WHERE 
DREAMLAND   LIES 

F  in  the  country  where  dreamland  lies 
Baby  shall  have  a  new  dolly. 
Yonder  the  little  ones  bake  mud  pies, 

Oh,  but  their  playing  is  jolly! 
They  swing  and  they  swing  till  the  swing 

gives  out, 

Dear  little,  sweet  little  ChSrie, 
They   laugh    and   they  chatter,   they  shout 

and  they  shout; 
Never  were  children  so  merry. 

Ofi  to  the  country  where  dreamland  lies 
Mother  will  lead  her  wee  lady, 

Talk  to  her,  sing  to  her  sweet  lullabies, — 
Never  was  there  such  a  baby. 

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THE    BUMBLE-BEE     BABIES 

They  scamper,  they  frolic  the  whole  forenoon, 
The  children  out  there  are  so  happy; 

They  play  Mother  Hubbard    and    Man    in 

the  Moon, 
Who  never  had  any  grandpappy. 

Off  in  the  country  where  dreamland  lies 

Babies  are  sweeter  than  honey, 
Drawn  by  a  tandem  of  swift  fairy  flies, 

My,  but  these  people  are  funny! 
Their  children,  the  prettiest,  tiniest  tots, 

Will  dance  till  they  nearly  go  crazy; 
Then   sleep   in    the   queerest    and   sweetest 
of  cots 

Off  in  the  mist  land  so  hazy. 


THE   BUMBLE-BEE   BABIES 

'"•"'HE  bumble-bee  babies  are  busy  young 
A       bees, 

Wherever  sweet   honey  is  found, 
Out  in  the  clover  they're  working  to-day, 
Buzzing  and   booming  around. 
Oh,  isn't  it  funny 
To  gather  sweet  honey 

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LULLABIES   AND    SLUMBER   SONGS 

In  clover  fields  sunny — buzz,  buzz! 

They  look  around  slyly, 

They  seem  a  bit  wily, 

And  answer  up  dryly  —  buzz,  buzz  ! 

But    bumble-bee  babies  get  tired  at  last, 

And  drowsy  dive  down  to  their  hive, 
They  mumble  a  lullaby  soft  to  themselves, 
So  happy  to  know  they're  alive. 

They  say,  "It  is  funny 

To  gather  sweet   honey 

In  clover  fields  sunny  —  buzz,  buzz  !  . 

To  store  it  up  gaily 

And  sip  at   it  daily 

May  seem  a  bit  scaly  —  buzz,  buzz!" 

Then    bumble-bee    babies   go    dreaming   all 

night, 

Of  clover  fields  blooming  by  day, 
Of  sunshine  and  shadow  and  honey  cups  full, 
To  cheer  bumble-bees  on  their  way. 
Oh,  isn't  it  funny 
To  gather  sweet  honey 
In  dreams  that  are  sunny — buzz,  buzz! 
To  grow  up  so  wealthy 
In  ways  that  are  stealthy, — 
It's  a  life  that  is  healthy — buzz,  buzz! 

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THE    SEA    OF    SLEEP 


THE   SEA  OF  SLEEP 

/~\VER  the  silent  sea  of  sleep 

^^^  Low  and  slow  the  sun  goes  down. 

Full  on  the  face  of  the  waters  creep 

The  shadows  of  Sleepy -town. 
Then  oh,  for  the  boats  that  are  fast  slip- 
ping out, 
And  oh,  for  the  fish  with  the  gold  in  their 

mouth, 
And  it's  oh,  for  the  little  folk  sailing  about 

On  that  beautiful  silent  sea! 

Over  the  silent  sea  of  sleep 

Sail  those  boats  when  day  is  done; 
Over  the  face  of  that  ocean  deep, 

They  speed  away  one  by  one. 
Then  oh,  for  the  wonderful  sights  to  be  seen 
In  that  beautiful  land  of  the  mist  and  sheen, 
And  it's  oh,  for  the  journey  that  lies  between, 
On  that  beautiful  silent  sea! 

Over  the  silent  sea  of  sleep 

Soft  and  slow  the  sea  winds  blow. 

The  boats  spread  sail  and  the  boatmen  keep 
Their  eyes  on  the  rocks  below. 

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LULLABIES    AND    SLUMBER    SONGS 

To  the  beautiful  islands  beyond  the  sea 
Now  saileth  that  beautiful  argosy. 
How  good  is  the  ship,  and  how  good  to  be 
On  that  beautiful  silent  sea! 


CHILDLESS 

I.    BEREAVED 

,   how  my  heart  is  aching 
At  the  sight  of  that  empty  nest; 
How  I  yearn  once  more  to  hold  him, 

And  to  feel  his  soft  tug  at  my  breast! 
The  summers  may  come  and  go, 

Each  day  die  down  in  the  west, 
Forever  I'll  feel  my  anguish, 

He'll  never  come  back  to  the  nest. 

II.    BARREN 

Oh,  what   a  nameless  longing 

Is  this  that  steals  my  rest! 
Oh,  for  the  joy  of  a  mother, 

And  the  sweet  soft  tug  at  the  breast! 
For  other  lives  baby  laughter, 

Their  prattle  and  zeal  and  zest; 
For  me  there  is  nought  but  silence, 

And  yearning  and  deep  unrest. 

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SLEEP,    BABY,    SLEEP 
III.    BAFFLED 

Oh,  what  an  idle  dreaming! 

To  submit  to  my  fate  is  best. 
Was  this  strong  man  e'er  so  tiny 

That  he  used  to  tug  at  my  breast! 
He  has  given  his  heart  to  another, — 

My  hopes  have  proved  all  a  jest; 
He  has  gone  from  his  old,  old  mother. 

Since  life  has  so  willed,   it  is  best. 


SLEEP,    BABY,    SLEEP 

winds  are  murmuring  in  the  pines, 

Sleep,  baby,  sleep. 
Their  music  lulls  with  the  lazy  lines, 

Sleep,  baby,  sleep. 
O  winds,  blow  soft,  and  winds,  blow  slow  ! 

Sleep,  baby,  sleep. 
And  ever  their  whispering  voices  go, 

Sleep,  baby,  sleep. 

Oh,  shrill  and  clear  is  the  cricket's  call  ! 

Sleep,  baby,  sleep. 
Repeating  it  over  and  over  to  all, 

Sleep,  baby,  sleep. 

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LULLABIES    AND    SLUMBER    SONGS 

The  lights  are  lit  when  the  sun  goes  down, 

Sleep,  baby,  sleep. 
And  slumber  comes  to  the  drowsy  town, 

Sleep,  baby,  sleep. 

Hushed    are  the  winds    in    the    murmuring 
pines, 

Sleep,  baby,  sleep. 
And    hushed    the  lilt  of  the  lazy  lines, 

Sleep,  baby,  sleep. 
Quenched  are  the  lights  in  the  sleepy  town, 

Sleep,  baby,  sleep. 
But  sentinel  stars  are  gazing  down, 

Sleep,  baby,  sleep. 


THE   DREAM    SHIP 

'  1 4HE  dream  ship  lies  in  the  harbor  near, 

Gently  rocking  on  the  tide; 
The  passengers  enter  it  one  by  one, 
All   bound    for  the  ocean  wide. 

The  dream  ship  slips  from  its  moorings  now, 

Slowly  drifting  with  the  tide; 
Its  cabins  are  laden  with  little  souls, 

There's  room  for  one  more  beside. 

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THE     COMING    OF    NIGHT 

The  dream  ship  turns  toward  the  open  sea, 

Gliding,  floating  on  the  tide; 
The  pilot  is  steering  it    faithfully, 

While  outward  and  on  they  ride. 

The  dream  ship  merrily  onward  goes, 

Safely  moving  with  the  tide; 
Far  on  the  ocean  of  sleep  it  sails, 

With  compass,  and  chart,  and  guide. 

The  dream  ship  suddenly  homeward  turns, 

Swiftly  rolling  on  the  tide; 
And  loud  are  the  calls  of  the  children  dear, 

Who   into  the  harbor  glide. 


THE   COMING   OF  NIGHT 

,    a  big  black    bogie  man's   a-comin' 
down  the  lane, 
Hush,  keep  quiet,  little  honey! 
He  comes  to  the   house  and  puts  his  face 

against   the   pane, 
Hush,  keep  quiet,  little  honey! 
Oh,  bogie  man,  bogie  man,  please  go  away, 
Sun-man  '11  catch  you  at  the  break  of  day! 

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LULLABIES    AND    SLUMBER    SONGS 

Oh,  the  big  black  bogie  man's  a-hidin'  in 

the  shed, 

Hush,  keep  quiet,  little  honey! 
Oh,  he  '11  never,  never  catch  you  if  you  go 

to  sleep  in  bed, 

Hush,  keep  quiet,  little  honey! 
Oh,  bogie  man,  bogie  man,  please  go  and  play, 
Sun-man  '11  catch  you  at  the  break  of  day! 

Oh,  the  big    black  bogie  man's  gone  over 

all   the  land, 

Hush,  keep  quiet,  little  honey! 
But    the  old    Sun -man    '11    grab    the    bogie 

by  the  hand — 

Hush,  keep  quiet,  little  honey! 
Oh,  bogie  man,  bogie  man,  please  don't  stay, 
Sun -man  '11  catch  you  at  the  break  of  day. 


A   LULLABY 

T>OCK-a-bye,  rock-a-bye, 

Swaying,  swinging,  rock-a-bye, 
Dreamy,  drowsy  rock-a-bye, 
Fretful  and  cross  is  the  baby  bye, 
Rock-a-bye,  rock-a-bye. 

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FISHER'S   LULLABY 

Hush-a-bye,  hush-a-bye, 
Quiet,  silent    hush-a-bye, 
Tranquil,  peaceful    hush-a-bye, 
Tired  and   limp  is  the  baby  bye, 
Hush-a-bye,  hush-a-bye. 

Lullaby,  lullaby, 

Gentle,  sleepy  lullaby, 

Tender,  soothing  lullaby, 

Peaceful  the  dreams  of  the  baby  bye, 

Lullaby,  lullaby. 


FISHER'S   LULLABY 

T    ISTEN    to   that!    'tis   the   mermaid's 

song, 

Wafted  and  tossed  by  the  breeze  along, 
She  sings  to  her  maidens  she  sits  among, 
"Babies  should  go  to  sleep!" 

The  sea  gulls  call  as  they  scud  the  wave, 
The  winds  repeat  as  they  loudly  rave, 
"We    love    little    children    who    well    be- 
have, 

Babies  should  go  to  sleep." 

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LULLABIES    AND    SLUMBER    SONGS 

Thy  father  is  fishing  on  yonder  sea, 
To  bring  to  his  sweet  little  girlie  and  me 
A  fish  and  a  pearl  and  a  kiss,  all  three, — 
Baby  must  go  to  sleep. 

So  go  and  fish  in  .the  fairy  sea; 
Bring  home  some  pearls  to  thy  father,  see? 
And    a  string  of    gold    fish    for  thyself  and 
me, — 

Baby  is  near  asleep. 

Lulled  to  sleep  by  the  sea's  loud  roar, 
Fainter  and  fainter  upon  the  shore, 
Till   she  hears   the    breakers    no   more,    no 
more, 

Baby  is  fast  asleep. 


DANCE   FOR  YOUR   DADDIE 

H,  dance  for  your  daddie!   Oh,  dance 

for  him,  boy! 
Dance  for  your  daddie  and  thrill  him  with 

joy!" 

Strong  are  his  paddies,  and  supple  his  legs, 
And  lusty  his  lungs  when  for  dancing  he  begs. 

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DANCE     FOR    YOUR    DADDIE 

And    so    he    leaps    hearty  and   dances   with 

glee, 

His  life  is  so  happy  and  healthy  and  free, 
His  eyes  twinkle  merry,    and    down   to   his 

chin 
His  face  is  lit  up  with  a  comical  grin. 

"Oh,  sleep  for  your  daddie,  now  sleep  for 

him,  boy! 

Sleep  for  your  daddie  and  get  a  new  toy!" 
Tired  of  dancing,  he  sinks  to  his  rest, 
And    cuddles    him    down    for   the   night    in 

his  nest. 

And    so  he  sleeps    hearty,   and    healthy  his 

dreams, 
Too    deep    for    disturbance    or    horrors   or 

screams ; 

For  tired  and  weary  and  worn  out  with  fun, 
He  slumbers  and  sleeps  to  be  up  with  the 

sun. 

"So    dance   for   your   daddie    and   sleep    for 

him,   too, 
Dancing    and    sleeping    your    strength    will 

renew ; 

Dancers  and  sleepers  will  grow  to   be  men, 
So  dance  for  me,  sleep  for  me,  over  again." 

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LULLABIES    AND     SLUMBER    SONGS 


THE    STORK 

TV/TY    home    is  away  by  the  side  of    the 

sea, 

High  up  on  the  branch  of  an  evergreen  tree; 
My  work  is  to  visit  each  house  in  the  land, 
And  carry  it  joy  in  a  swaddling  band. 

My  toes  are  spread  out  like  a  triple -pronged 

fork,- 

Because,  as  you  see,  I  am  only  a  stork, — 
They  stand  by  me  all  the  long   journeys  I 

take, 
To  carry  my  babies  o'er  mountain  and  brake. 

I  wrap  up  my  babies  so  snug  and  so  warm 
That  night  airs  and  darkness  can  do  them 

no  harm; 
Then  pick  out  the  people  I  like  much  the 

best, 
And  up  with  a  baby  I  speed  from  the  nest. 

I  alight  on  the  edge  of  a  high  chimney  top, 
Then  down  to  the  bottom  I  go  with  a  flop, 
Deliver  my  bundle,  and  whisper, "Good -bye," 
Then  back  to  my  breezy  house  lazily  fly. 

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A    NOCTURNE 


A  NOCTURNE 

"  Their  angels   do   always    behold  the  face   of  my 
Father  which  is  in  Heaven" 

A  NGEL  forms  from  heaven's  gate  winging, 

Oh,  glorious  sight! 
List,  oh  list,  of  God's  love  singing, 
On  through  the  night. 

Sentinels  with  radiance  streaming, 

Robed  all  in  white, 
Hover  softly  round  him  dreaming, 

On  through  the  night. 

Softly   treading,    slowly   moving, 

Bathed  all  in  light, 
Blessed  ones  our  God's  love  proving, 

On  through  the  night. 

Bending  lightly  o'er  him  sleeping, 

On  left  and  right, 
Still   your   faithful  vigils    keeping, 

On  through  the  night. 

Heavenly  ones  now  round  him  kneeling, 

Blessed  and  bright, 
All    his   baby   sorrows   healing, 

On  through  the  night. 

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LULLABIES    AND    SLUMBER    SONGS 

Hush   his  moaning,   still  his  crying, 

With  heavenly  might; 
Soothe    his    baby   sobs    and   sighing, 

On  through  the  night. 

Cared   for   thus   asleep    and  waking, 

Who  fears  the  fight? 
Confidence   and   new  strength    taking, 

On  through  the  night. 


OFF   IN   THE   LAND   OF   THE 
FAIRIES 

T3  OCK-a-bye,  baby,  thy  mother  is  here, 

Haste  to  the  land  of  the  fairies. 
Rock-a-bye,  baby,  there's  nothing  to  fear, 

Off  in  the  land  of  the  fairies. 
Soft  is  the  touch  of  a  fairy's  wing, 
Sweet  are  the  songs  that  the  fairies  sing, 
True  are  the  dreams  that  the  fairies  bring, 

Off    in  the  land  of   the  fairies. 

Rock-a-bye,  baby,  the  birds  sing  so  sweet, 
Off    in  the  land  of   the    fairies. 

Rock-a-bye,  baby,  there's  gold  in  the  street, 
Off    in  the  land  of    the  fairies. 

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GYPSY    LULLABY 

Slumber,  come  close  his  two  bright  blue  eyes, 
Fairies,  come  carry  him  off  to  your  skies, 
Baby  shall  go  where  the  dream-house  lies, 
Off    in  the  land  of   the  fairies. 

Rock-a-bye,  baby,  the  journey  is  short 

Into  the  land  of   the  fairies. 
Rock-a-bye,  baby,  there's  frolic  and  sport 

Off  in  the  land  of   the  fairies. 
Bright  are  the  smiles  of  the  fairy  king, 
Baby  shall  want  there  for  no  good    thing, 
Baby  shall  wear  a  nice  golden  ring. 
Off    in  the  land  of   the  fairies. 


GYPSY   LULLABY 


OLEEP    'neath    the    stars    on    a   summer 
°       night, 

Little  brown  gypsy  baby. 
Dream  of  the  sunlands  happy  and  bright, 

Little  brown  gypsy  baby. 
Wandering  here  and  there  over  the  earth, 
Stranger  at  last  in  the  land  of  thy  birth, 
Stranger  to  sympathy,  happiness,  mirth, 

Little  brown  gypsy  baby. 

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Sleep  'neath  the  trees  of  the  summer  night, 

Little  brown  gypsy  baby. 
Dream  of  the  mystical  fairy  wood  sprite, 

Little  brown  gypsy  baby. 
Brownies  dance  under  thy  resting  place, 
Fairies  are  fanning  thy  pretty  brown  face, 
Jolly  young  cupids  will  come  on  apace, 
Little  brown  gypsy  baby. 

Sleep  in  the  camp  on  a  summer  night, 

Little  brown  gypsy  baby. 
For  their  sweet  idol  gypsies  would  fight, 

Little  brown  gypsy  baby. 
Wayward  of  heart  are  a  gypsy's  ways, 
Vagabond  nature  he  strays  and  strays, 
Wilful  and  free  to  the  end  of  days, 
Little  brown  gypsy  baby. 


THE    SANDMAN 


'TPHE  sandman  lives  in  a  great  big  tent 

By  the  shore  of  the  Twilight  sea, 
And    he  speeds  him  forth  when  the  day  is 

spent, 
And  he  hurries  across  the  lea. 


THE     SANDMAN 

Then     he    digs    and    digs    for    the    whitest 

sand, 

Which  he  sifts  very  thin  and    fine; 
And    he    piles    it    in    heaps    by    the    ocean 

strand, 
As  the  lights  in  the  sky  decline. 

Then  he  hastes  from  the  shore  with  his  big 

sand  pail, 

For  he  has  a  great  work  to  do; 
And     he    follows     a    beautiful    backwoods' 

trail 
To  the  dwellings  of  Peekaboo. 

Then    he  harries  the    town    for  the  weary 

lads, 

And  the  lassies  so  sweet  and  small; 
Throws  dust   in   their  eyes    from   his  dusty 

pads, 
Till  he  sprinkles  them  one  and  all. 

He    closes    their   eyes    with    his   thin,    fine 

sand, 

When  they  drop  their  wee  nodding  heads; 
And  mother  just  coddles  them  soft  with  her 

hand 
As  she  trundles  them  off  to  their  beds. 

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LULLABIES    AND    SLUMBER    SONGS 


THE    NEW-BORN    BABE 

Ti/TOTHER'S  new-born  babe  just  sleeps 

and  sleeps, 

And  he  hardly,  if  ever,  awakes; 
The    dear   nurse    says    that    she   peeps    and 

peeps 

At   the  very  least   sound  he  makes. 
He's  a  very  small  mite, 
With   his  paddies  shut  tight, 
And  he  hasn't  the  ghost  of  a  hair; 
From  his  feet  to  his  head, 
He  is  Indian  red, 
Though  his  father  asserts  that  he's  fair. 

If  he  wakes  at  night,  he  squalls  and  squalls 

Like  a  double-barreled  nursery  horn; 
If  he  wakes  by  day  he  bawls  and  bawls, 
And    he     has    since    the    hour    he    was 
born. 

From  his  wee  finger  tips, 
To  his  red  ruby  lips, 
He's  a  lively  little  acrobat  — 

From  his  pretty  wee  nose, 
To  his  dainty  bare  toes  — 
Just  as  if  he  were  made  to  be  that. 

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A    STORY    FOR    BEDTIME 


A   STORY   FOR   BEDTIME 

,  tell    us   the  story  that   never  grows 
old, 

That  charms  us  each  time  that  we  hear! 
How,  tenderly  taking  a  child  in  his  arms, 
The  Good  Man  allayed  all  their  fear. 

The  story  is  sweeter  the  oftener  told  — 
The  Good  Man  took  some  in   his  arms, 

And    kissed  them  and  said  they  were  pre- 
cious to  him, 
So  sweet  were  their  graces  and  charms. 

"Don't  send  them  away,  but  allow  them  to 
come, 

For  of  such  is  the  kingdom  of  heaven ; 
And,  except  ye  become  little  children  as  they, 

No  kingdom  to  you  shall  be  given." 

And  the  little  ones  nestled  up  close  to   his 

breast, 

As,  later,  their  big  brother  John. 
He    petted    and   patted   them  there  on   his 

breast, 
And  gave  them  his  blessing,  each  one. 

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LULLABIES    AND    SLUMBER    SONGS 

So  now,  when  dear  mother  is  willing  to  tell 

A  story  on  going  to  bed, 
We  ask  her  to  tell  us  the  story  of  him 

Who  patted  each  child  on  the  head. 


A   CHILD'S   DREAM 

,  mother,    just    think    of    the    dream 
that   I've    had, 
It  wakened  me  up  with  a  start; 
The     brownies   were    wheeling    the    fairies 

about, 

And  each  in  a  little  go-cart! 
Just  then  there  oozed  out  of   a  red    clover 

top 

The  king  of  the  bright   fairy  land; 
He   rode  a   grasshopper   that  went  with    a 

hop; 
They  alighted  right  here  on  my  hand. 

The  king  was  arrayed    in  a  web  of  moon- 
beams ; 

His  hat  he  held  on  with    his  hand; 
His  coat  was  a  marvel  of  silvery  sheen  ; 

His  sash  was  a  bright  rainbow  band. 

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THE     LAMB    OUTSIDE     THE    FOLD 

The    king  drank  sweet    honey   from  white 
flower -cups; 

His  eyes  were  as  glittering  as  glass; 
His  armor  was  velvety,  vaporous  dew; 

His  sword  was  a  blade  of  green  grass. 

A  mosquito  was  playing  a  tiny  guitar 

On  the  edge  of  a  funny  old  stump, 
And    he  sang,  "Mister  Hopper,  how  funny 
you  are! 

Say,  how  did  you  come  with  that  hump?" 
But  a  lizard  crept  out  of  the  shell  of  a  snail, 

And   laid  out  the  flea  with  a  stroke, 
Then  turned    himself   round  on  the  tip  of 
his  tail, 

And, —  mother  dear,  then  I  awoke. 


THE  LAMB  OUTSIDE  THE  FOLD 


good   shepherd    tenderly   cares    for 
his  sheep* 

When  the  night  with  the  rain  sets  in; 
The  good  shepherd  foldeth   them  safely  to 

sleep, 
Ere  the  cold  night  rains  begin. 

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LULLABIES    AND    SLUMBER    SONGS 

But    one    little    lamb    strays   off    from   the 
fold 

Ere  the  night  with  the  rain  sets  in; 
It  loses  its  way  o'er  the  mountains  cold 

Ere  the  cold  night  rains  begin. 

So  the  good  shepherd  goes  with  his  crook 

and  .cloak, 

As  the  night  with  the  rain  sets  in; 
And    he   finds    his    lamb  with   its   poor   leg 

broke 
As  the  cold  night  rains  begin. 

He   wraps    the    dear    lamb    to    his    bosom 

warm, 

When  the  night  with  the  rain  sets  in, 
And  he  cuddles  it  safe  with  the  rest  from 

harm, 
As  the  cold  night  rains  begin. 

Now  mother's  wee  lamb  far  away  from  the 

fold,— 

See,  the  night  with  the  rain  sets  in! 
So    off   with    the   sheep    to    the    sheep -pen 

old 
Ere  the  cold  night  rains  begin. 


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GOOD   AND    BAD    CHILDREN'S   DREAMS 

GOOD   AND   BAD    CHILDREN'S 
DREAMS 


go  to  bed  and  sleep,  and  dream 
Of  cakes  and  pies  and  frozen  cream, 
Of  things  to  eat  and  things  to  do, 
And  other  things  just  made  for  you. 

But  naughty  girls  and  naughty  boys, 
Who  spend  their  time  in  what  annoys, 
Will  dream  of  ugly  snakes  and  toads, 
And  goblins  green  on  country  roads. 

They  dream  of  bats  and  cats  and  rats, 
Of   bugs  and  worms  and  grubs  and  gnats, 
Of   ugly  dogs  and   frogs  and   hogs, 
Of  newts  and  slugs  in  swamps  and  bogs. 

But  if  such  children  have  been  good, 
They  dream  of  cake  and  angel  food, 
Of  Christmas  joys  and  bright  new  toys, 
Just  made  for  lovely  girls  and  boys. 

They  dream  of  coats  and  brand-new  boats, 
Of  silver  seas  where  moonlight   floats; 
They  dream  of  drums  and  sugar  plums, 
And  hold  them  tight  between  their  thumbs. 

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LULLABIES    AND    SLUMBER    SONGS 

So  go  to  bed  and  sleep,  and  dream 
Of  cakes  and  pies  and   frozen  cream, 
Of  things  to  eat  and  things  to  do. 
Your  dreams  will  surely  all  come  true. 


RETURN   OF   THE   DREAM    SHIP 


HP  HERE  is  red  in  the  East  and  a  mack- 

erel  sky, 

Will  the  turn  of  the  tide  begin? 
Some  have  scanned  the  sea  with  an  aching 

eye, 
Will   the   good  old  ship  come   in? 

And    some  of   the  mothers  will   moan  and 

weep 

When  the  ship  comes  rolling  in, 
For  their  loved  ones  have  gone  far  away  on 

the  deep, 
And  will  not  with  the  ship  come  in. 

But  many  a  heart   beats  high  with   pride 

As  the  tide  sets  moving  in, 
And  are  planning  to  open  their  arms  out  wide 

To  the  passengers  coming  in. 

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A    VESPER    SONG 

There's  a  music  sweet  in  the  old  fog  horn 

As  the  tide  comes  rolling  in; 
And  the  bell  buoy  tolls  on  the  merry  morn, 

As  the  fine  old  ship  comes  in. 

Oh,  well  for  my  sleepy  lad  on  the  sea 
When  the  tide  to  return  sets  in! 

'Tis  well   for  the  sailor  lad  and  me 
When  the  good  old  ship   is  in. 


A  VESPER   SONG 

'  I  *HE  faded  leaves  are  falling, 

The  flying  rooks  are  calling, 
The  sun  sinks  low  in  yonder  rosy  west. 

The  tired  winds  are  sighing, 

The  passing  day  is  dying, 
The  earth  is  hushed  in  rest,  sweet  rest. 

The  busy  bee's  slow  mumble, 
The  noisy  street's  low  rumble 

Have  ceased,  and  all  the  scene  is  silent  now. 
The  joyous  day's  bright  sunlight 
Is  slowly  changed  to  twilight, 

And  tired  toilers  leave  the  weary  plow. 

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The  lively  cricket's  gladness, 

The  flitting  firefly's  madness, 
Like  distant  bells  or  shining  distant  star, 

The  lazy  June -bug's  droning, 

The  katydid's  intoning, 
Like  gentle    music,   sound    now   near,  now 
far. 

Within  the  darkened  chamber, 
Like  moving  shadows  somber, 

The  children  drag  their  weary  forms  to  bed ; 
The  day  in  silence  ending, 
Their  tired  limbs  unbending, 

In  slumber  sinks  each  dreamy,  drowsy  head. 


AN   INVOCATION  TO   SLEEP 

/^ENTLE    Sleep,  slowly  creep; 
^""^    Gently,  slowly,  surely  hold  him; 
Wave  your  wand,  magic  wand, 

In  your  lap  of  peace  enfold  him. 
Weave  a  web  of  dreams  around  him, 
Wrap  a  fold  of  cloud  about  him, 
Bind  a  spell  on  baby's  eyes, 
Hush  his  sobs  and  still  his  cries. 

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THE     LAND    OF    DREAMS 

Welcome  Sleep,  sound  and  deep, 

Kindly,  sweetly,  fondly  still   him. 
Mild  starlight,  soft  and  bright, 

With  the  sweetest  tempers  fill  him. 
Spin  a  veil  of  tangled  moonbeams, 
Crystal  clear  and  pure  the  moonbeams, 
Bathe  his  spirit  fresh  in  dew, 
Love  him  well  as  he  loves  you. 


THE   LAND   OF   DREAMS 

A     BEAUTIFUL    land    is    the    land    of 

*^      dreams, 

Surpassing  the  tongue  to  tell; 
A  land  of  flowers  and  birds  and  brooks, 
Of  woods  and  fields  and  shadiest  nooks, 
Like  those  one  sees  in  picture  books, 

Delighting  the  children  well. 

A  marvelous  land  is  the  land  of  dreams, 

Its  wonders  beyond  belief; 
A  land  of  witches  and  bottomless  wells, 
Of  weird  hobgoblins  in  far  away  cells, 
Of  charmed  circles  and  magical  spells, 

And  terrors  in  bold  relief. 

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A  frolicsome  land  is  the  land  of  dreams, 

Devoted  to  merriment; 
A  land  of  music  and  dance  and  mirth, 
Of  lively  sallies  that  swell  up  your  girth, 
When  jest  and  jollity  tickle  the  earth 

On  missions  of  gladness  sent. 

A  fanciful  land  is  the  land  of  dreams, 

Its  palaces  paved  with  gold; 
The  sand  on  the  shore  of  its  silver  sea 
Sparkles  with  diamonds  rich  and  free, 
While  the  fish  are  of  gold  in  the  gold-fish 
sea, 

And  are  yours  to  have  and  hold. 


MOTHER   GOOSE 

"P\EAR   Mother   Goose,    with    her    half- 
^^^     shut  eye, 

Is  crooning  and  rocking  her  baby  bye; 
She  sings  of  the  boys  and  the  girls  in  her 

books, 
Who  grow  to   be    tailors   and  mothers  and 

cooks : — 

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MOTHER    GOOSE 

Of  Daffy  Down  Dilly,  and  My  Lady  Ann, 
Of  Old  Goody  Two -Shoes,  and  My  Little 

Man, 

Of  Little  Tom  Tucker,  and  Taffy  the  thief, 
Who    tried   to    get    off  with    the   leg   of   a 

beef; 

Of   Wee   Willy   Winkie,    of    Jack    and    his 

Gill, 

Of  humble  Jack  Horner  who  ate  with  a  will, 
Of  old  Mother  Hubbard,  her  dog  and  the 

bone, 
Of  poor  Simple  Simon,  of  Darby  and  Joan. 

Oh,  what  a  mother  she  is,  to  be  sure! 
Her  face    is   all  wrinkled,    her  dresses    look 

poor, 
Her    nose    is  quite    crooked,   her  teeth    are 

all  loose, 
Her   voice    is    a   cackle;     she    sings   like    a 

goose. 

But,  ragged  and  crooked  and  aged  and  lame, 
She  seems  like  an  angel  to  me  just  the  same; 
And  many  a  time  to  her  musical  themes 
I've    wandered    away    to    the    country    of 
dreams. 

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THE   FANTASTIC  WORLD   OF 
CHILDHOOD 

I.    SHADOW    LAND 

HP  HERE'S    a  land  that   is  known   to  be 
quaint  and  queer, 

That   has  neither  day  nor  night, 
But  a  shadowy,  dim,  enchanted  haze 

Absorbs  every  glimmer  of   light; 
Where  every  one  moves  in  a  murk  and  a  mist 

Like  shadowy  ghosts  in  the  .dark, 
Where  vapors  and    dews  you  can   seize    in 
your  fist 

Like  the  will  -o-  the  -wisp  in  the  park. 

And  heavy  gray  fog  may  be  felt  and  seen, 

That  hangs  like  a  thunder  cloud; 
Arid   you    buffet    the  dark,  it's  so  thick  in 
your  face, 

And  the  silence  resounds  aloud. 
The  shadows  that  flutter  and  float  and  dance 

As  though  they  were  all  alive, 
The  specters   in  shrouds  that    glimmer  and 
glance, 

To   Nowhere  will  suddenly  dive. 

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THE     FANTASTIC    WORLD 

But  the  thoughts  that    you  think    in  your 
hazy  head 

Are  as  dreamy  and  vague  as  foam ; 
And  you  build  full  many  a  castle  in  air, 

And  furnish  it  rich  for  a  home. 
And  you  drift  till  they  vanish  away  in  dreams, 

Till  lo !   a  soft  gleam  of  light 
Looms  out  of  the  gloom  and   the  shadowy 
dark 

From  slumber  land  glorious  and  bright. 

II.    THE    DREAM    COUNTRY 

For  just  on  the  edge  of  the  outermost  glen, 

That  other  land  glitters  full  fair, 
Where  only  the  fleeciest  clouds  are  afloat, 

And  only  the  balmiest  air. 
The  daintiest  flowers  of  valleys  and  nooks, 

The  elves  singing  softly  and  clear, 
The    bubble   of    fountains,    the    purling   of 
brooks 

Make  sweetest  of  music  to   hear. 

You  tread  on  a  carpet  of  soft  thistledown, 
And  rest  upon  cushions  of  moss; 

You  eat  all  you  wish  of  a  nice  bill  of  fare, 
Served  up  with  a  napkin  of  floss. 

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You  ask  of  the  fairies  who  live  in  the  place, 
With  clothes  made  of  woven  moonbeams, 

"Oh,  give  me  a  taste  of  your  fresh  mountain 

dew, 
That's  better  than   honey  or  creams. 

"Then  spin  me  a  skein  of  your  silkiest  thread, 

And  make  me  a  garment  full  rare, 
As  soft  and  as  fine  as  the  best  spider  web, 

And  give  me  of  grace  a  good  share, 
And  slippers  as  glossy  as  feathers  that  shine. 

With  buckles  of  silver  and  gold, 
And  sashes  as  flossy  as  silver  is  fine, — 

Then  bring  me  a  dollie  to  hold." 


SAILOR'S   LULLABY 

SWEET  is  the  sleep  of  a  sailor's  child! 

Sweet  my  child,  sleep,  my  child. 
The  sea  hath   its  melodies  mild   and  wild, 

Into  the  dreamland  go. 
It  sings  him  a  song  of  the  maid  of  the  mist, 
Of  the  fair  mermaid  with  a  comb  in  her  fist, 
Her  hair  outstreaming,  or  rolled  in  a  twist; 
List  to  her  melody: 

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SAILOR'S   LULLABY 

To  the  thud,  thud  of  a  wrathful  sea, — 
Ceaseless  thud,  loud  and   low, — 

The  mournful,  moaning,  hungry  sea, 
Into  the  dreamland  go. 

Over  the  waste  of  waters  wild, 
Sweet  my  child,  sleep,  my  child. 
Are  billowy  heaps  in  mountains  piled; 

Into  the  dreamland  go. 
The  winds  may  rage,  the  rain  may  pour, 
The  ship  may  lurch,  the  sea  may  roar 
In  a  gruff  old  baritone  o'er  and  o'er 

Its  ancient  melody: 
To  the  thud,  thud  of  an  angry  sea, — 

To  and   fro,  to  and   fro, — 
Thumping,  surging,  ugly  sea, 

Into  the  dreamland  go. 

Rocked  in  an  ocean  cradle  mild, 
Sweet  my  child,  sleep,  my  child, 
Oft  by  its  motions  soft  beguiled, 

Into  the  dreamland  go. 
Soft  is  the  kiss  of  the  western  breeze, 
Smooth    is    the    face    of     the    great    high 

seas, 
Sweet  to  my  child  are  the  memories 

Of  that  old  sea  melody: 

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To  the  thud,  thud  of  a  heavy  sea, 

On  we  go,  slow  we  go, 
Rocked  to  the  thud  of  a  weary  sea, 

Into  the  dreamland  go. 


A  CRADLE   SONG 

ILJIGH,  low,  the  cradle  rocks, 
Baby  pulls  at  baby's  socks, 
Brother  Ben  is  building  blocks, 
High,  low,  the  cradle  rocks. 

Rock,  rock,  the  cradle  goes, 
Baby  laughs  and   baby  crows, 
Counts  his  fingers  and    his  toes, 
Rock,  rock,  the  cradle  goes. 

Back,  forth,  the  cradle  swings, 
Mother  to  her  baby  sings, 
Slumber  to  his  eyes  she  brings, 
Back,  forth,  the  cradle  swings. 

Rock,  rock,  the  cradle  slow, 
Byloland   has  baby  so 
He  sleeps  and  dreams  of  mother  O, 
Rock,  rock  the  cradle  slow. 


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AN    EVENTIDE     SONG 


AN   EVENTIDE   SONG 

tJUSH,  my  little  one,  hush! 
*•       The  sun  has  left  the  lea, 
'Tis  time  thy  little  bark  to  push 
Into  the  silent  sea. 

Rest,  my  little  one,  rest! 

Content  with  me  to  be. 
The  darkness  steals  across  the  west, 

Its  shadows  fall  on  thee. 

Peace,  my  little  one,  peace! 

And  pillow  soft  thy  head. 
Thy  fretful  murmurs  now  should  cease, 

While  angels  guard  thy  bed. 

Sleep,  my  little  one,  sleep! 

Thy  mother  loves  thee  true. 
No  pearl  within  the  ocean  deep 

Is  purer  through  and  through. 

Dream,  my  little  one,  dream! 

Thy  heart  shall  be  the  shrine 
From  out  whose  life  a  love  shall  beam,- 

Thy  father's  love  and  mine. 

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LULLABIES    AND    SLUMBER    SONGS 

MATINS 


twitter  of  birds  in  the  apple  trees, 
The  gray  in  the  eastern  sky, 
The  coolness  borne  on  the  morning  breeze, 
Or  the  lark's  song  passing  by; 

The  drops  like  pearl  on  the  fresh  green  grass, 
The  leaves  all  a  -tremble  with  dew, 

The  gathering  light  on  the  window  glass, 
The  house  dog's  yawn  or  two; 

The  stir  of  life  on  yard  and  lawn, 

A  warble,  a  call,  a  trill, 
A  red,  like  rose,  to  betoken  dawn, 

And  the  light  growing  brighter  still; 

The  echoing  tread  of  a  passing  foot, 

The  jolt  of  a  farmer's  rig, 
The  hurrying  stamp  of  a  squirrel's  boot, 

Or  the  sparrow's  whistled  jig; 

A  prattling  babe  in  a  near-by  crib, 

Or  a  chuckle  thinned  out  to  a  grin,  — 
Are  the  dead   sure  signs  that  the  night  is 

gone, 

And  the  day  with  its  work  comes  in. 
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AN    OLD    ENGLISH     LULLABY 


AN   OLD   ENGLISH   LULLABY 

T^\EAR  mother  is  singing  a  sweet  lullaby, 
•^^^  To  hush  the  dear  baby  beginning  to  cry, 
She  says,  when  a  baby,  they  sang  it  to  her, 
And  grandmother  heard  it  from  her  mother 

Burr:  — 

"My  dear  cockadoodle,  my  jewel,  my  joy, 
My  darling,  my  honey,  my  pretty  sweet 

boy, 

Before  I  do  rock  thee  with  soft  lullaby, 
Give  me  thy  dear  lips  to  be  kissed,  kissed, 
kissed." 

It  hasn't  much  merit,  its  rhyming  is  poor, 
It's    quite    out    of    place    for    a   girl,   I    am 

sure ; 

Yet  lacking  in  grammar,  in  music  and  art, 
That  song   settled   down   long    ago    in  my 

heart :  — 

"My  dear  cockadoodle,  my  jewel,  my  joy, 
My  darling,  my  honey,  my  pretty  sweet 

boy, 

Before  I  do  rock  thee  with  soft  lullaby, 
Give  me  thy  dear  lips  to  be  kissed,  kissed, 
kissed." 

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In  England  they're  singing  that  very  same  song, 
In  nursery  circles  they  pass  it  along; 
To  bless  little  people  we  sing  it  again, 
Who  join  in  the  chorus  and  shout  the  amen : 
"My  dear  cockadoodle,  my  jewel,  my  joy, 
My  darling,  my  honey,  my  pretty  sweet 

boy, 

Before  I  do  rock  thee  with  soft  lullaby, 
Give  me  thy  dear  lips  to  be  kissed,  kissed, 
kissed." 


THE   NIGHT  EXPRESS 

'  I  ^HE  night  express  is  a  grand  good  train, 

And  it  runs  on  a  good  road-bed. 
It  always  keeps  to  its  schedule  time, 
As  it  speeds  through  the  dark  ahead. 

At  six -forty -five  it  comes  to  town, 
And  it  waits  ten  minutes  to  dine, 

While  the  passengers  board  in  cap  and  gown, 
And  set  out  for  the  journey  fine. 

At  seven  o'clock  the  train  pulls  out 
With  whistle  and  puff  and  ring, 

The  doors  are  shut  and  the  good-byes  said, 
While  the  passengers  laugh  and  sing. 

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A    GOOD -NIGHT     PAT 

Oh,  a  jolly  good  train  is  the  night  express, 
There  are  very  few  jolts  or  jars; 

It    has  right  of  way,   and  the  tickets  read 

through 
In  these  patented  sleeping  cars. 

Away  in  the  dark  goes  the  fast  express, 
And  on  through  the  long,  long  night, 

Till  the  train  stops  still  in  the  depot  grand, 
And  the  men  cry  aloud,  "Daylight!" 


A   GOOD-NIGHT   PAT 


OHE  snuggled  him  warm  'neath  the  cover- 
let smart, 

She  patted  his  head  with  her  hand, 
She  said  a  soft  word  that  went  straight  to 

his  heart, 
With  the  charm  of  a  magical  wand. 

He  covered    his    head  with   the    pretty  bed 

spread, 

As  happy  as  any  one  could, 
For  dear  little  mother  had  patted  his  head, 
"And  told  him  she  hoped  he'd  be  good. 

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And    she    knew   from    his    smile    and    the 

warmth  of  his  kiss, 
As  he  settled  himself  for  the  night, 
That    the   joy   in   his   heart  was    the    next 

thing  to  bliss, 
That  his  mother,  dear  mother,  was  right. 

The  winds  may  blow  gusts  down  the  big 
chimney  place, 

The  rain  patter  fast  on  the  pane, 
There's  a  confident  trust  in  the  dear  little  face, 

With  a  beautiful  meaning  and  plain. 

His  mother  has  patted  his  dear  little  head, 
Has  said  to  him,  "Dearie,  good -night;" 

So  gladly  he  sleeps  in  his  snug  little  bed, 
Nor  awakens  till  broad  daylight. 


INFANCY 

'T1  HERE'S    a   touch    of    Heaven    in    his 
bright   blue   eyes, 

And  his  hair  is  tanned  by  the  sun, 
There's  the  color  of  rose  in  his  dainty  cheeks, 

And  his  teeth  are  pearls  each  one. 

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THE     LITTLE     FLOWER    GATHERER 

There's  a  tender  grace  in  his  lips'  red  lines, 
And  a  subtle  tone  in  his  voice, 

There's  a  gentle  charm  in  his  childlike  smile, 
And  it  makes  our  hearts  rejoice. 

There's  a  dimple  sweet  on  his  tiny  chin, 
And  a  cunning  shape  to  his  nose, 

There's  a  graceful  curve  to  his  rounded  throat 
And  his  flesh  has  the  tint  of  the  rose, 

While  a  soul  looks  out  of  his  sweet  young 
face 

With  an  infinite  mystery 
That  eludes  my  own  when  I  try  to  peer 

To  the  depths  of  his  infancy. 


THE  LITTLE  FLOWER  GATHERER 

\\fIDE-AWAKE,    Wide-awake,    where 
are  you  going, 

Gathering  flowers  the  whole  day  long, 
Weaving  a  chaplet  of  daisies  for  mother, 

Stringing  them  all  on  a  song? 
You  shall  be  mother's  protector  in   future, 

Gallant  and   fearless  and  strong. 

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Sleepy -head,    Sleepy -head,    where    are   you 

going, 

Wandering  skyward  in  sleep  and  dreams, 
Bringing     big    bunches    of    star    gems    for 

mother, 

Threaded  on  misty  moonbeams? 
The  nosegay  you  hold   in  your  hand   is  all 

withered, 
Forgotten  in  sleep,  as  it  seems. 

Curly-locks,  Curly-locks,  oh  how  I  love  you, 
Waking  or  sleeping,  my  sunny  boy, 

Full  of  the  tenderest,  liveliest  graces, 
Clinging  and  cooing  and  coy! 

You  are  the  dearest  of  all  my  dear  treasures, 
Full  of  the  spirit  of  joy. 


THE   HOUR   OF   SLEEP 


*T*HE  flowers  have  folded  their  petals  to 

sleep, 

The  sun  has  set  under  the  lea, 
The  darkness  and  stillness  have  settled  on 

all, 
The  fairies  are  calling  for  thee. 

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A    CLOSE     RESEMBLANCE 

The    trees    are    all    hushed    and    the    winds 

are  at  rest, 

Deep  silence  descends  from  on  high, 
The    bird    in    the    woodland    has    gone    to 

his  nest, 
The  moon  sweetly  shines  in  the  sky. 

To  weary  and  drowsy  and  sleepy  young 
pets, 

Whose  romping  and  shouting  now  cease, 
The  quiet  of  evening  so  gentle  and  soft 

Is  bringing  the  blessings  of  peace. 


A  CLOSE   RESEMBLANCE 

T  WILL  sing  you  a  song  of  a  sleepy  boy 

Who  looked  just  like  you. 
He    played    on   the    floor    for    an    hour    or 
more  — 

He  looked  just  like  you. 
He    played    till    his     temper     got    "busted 

through," 

So  sleepy  he  didn't   know  what  to  do. 
The  song  that  I  sing  of  the  laddie  is  true, 

And  he  looked  just  like  you. 

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LULLABIES   AND    SLUMBER   SONGS 

Now  I'll    tell   you   a   tale   of   a  sleepy  girl 

Who  looked  just  like  you. 
Her  eyes  would   flash,  and  her  nose  would 
curl, — 

She  looked  just  like  you. 
She  always   hated  to  go  to  bed, 
And  cried  till  her  face  was  a  rosy  red, 
The  drowsiest,  frowsiest  sleepy  head, — 

She  looked  just  like  you. 

This  whimsical,  comical,  bothersome  chap, 

I'm  sure,  looked   like  you; 
This  liveliest,  loveliest,  merriest    lass, 

'Tis  true,  looked  like  you. 
They  danced  so  dizzy  the  whole  day  through, 
Their  heads  grew  giddy  and  drowsy  too, 
Do  you  know  who  they  were?    Never  tell 
if  you  do! 

They  looked  just  like  you. 


A   FAIRY   TALE 

A    FAIRY  perched  on  the  children's  bed 
^^     And  gazed  with  a  pensive  sigh  ; 
And  said,  "How  I  wish  I  had  such  a  head 
And  could  open  and  shut  my  eye!" 

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A    FAIRY    TALE 

While  the  children  dreamed    of    the    fairy 

books, 

And  thought  to  themselves  in  sleep, 
"How    I    wish     that    I    had     pretty    fairy 

wings 
And  plenty  of  gold  to  keep ! " 

The  fairy  gazed  with  a  stony  stare 
And  said,  "How  I  wish  I  knew 
The    half   that    is  in  the  wise  noddles  of 

these, 
Or    could    work    at     the     things    they 

do!" 
While  the  children  turned    in    their  sleep 

and  dreamed 

And  said  to  themselves  with  a  sigh, 
"I  wish  I  could  live  as  the  fairies  live, 
And  look  through  a  glass  green  eye!" 

The   fairy  lifted    his  golden  wand 

And  sang  in  a  minor  key, 
"I'd  give  my  wand  with  its  magic  charm 

Just  the  brother  of  these  to  be!" 
But  the  children  woke  as  the  fairy  fled, 

And  said  to  their  mother  with  glee, 

"Dear  mother,  we  talked  to  a  fairy  fay, 

And  your  fairies  we're  going  to  be!" 

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LITTLE   CRY-BABY 

T    ITTLE  Cry-baby  from  morning  till  night 

•^"^     Clings  to  his  mother's  dress; 

He  longs  to  be  cuddled  from  morning  till 

night, 

He  weeps  for  her  sweet  caress. 
"Little  Cry-baby,  dry  your  eyes, 
Mother  doesn't   like  her  sweet   baby's 

cries. 

Play  with  your  doll,  sing  it  lullabies, 
Little  Cry-baby,  dry  your  eyes. 

"Little  Cry-baby,  go  haste  you  away, 

Play  with  your  brother  Ben; 

Mother  is  busy,  too  busy  to  play; 

Cry-babies  never  make  men. 

Little  Cry-baby,  please  don't  cry; 
Mother  will  rock  her  sweet  baby-bye. 
Why  does  he  fret  so  and  sob  and  sigh ! 
Little  Cry-baby,  please  don't  cry." 

Little  Cry-baby  has  gone  away, 

He  worried  his  mother  sore; 
With  a  smile  on  his  face  he  has  gone  "  to  play" 

In  a  little  white  dress  he  wore. 

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LOOKING    FORWARD    AND    BACKWARD 

Little  Cry-baby  dreams  and  sleeps, 
And  a  heartbroken    mother    now  sighs 

and  weeps 

To  gaze  once  more  in  the  blue-eyed  deeps 
Of  her  Cry-baby  fast  asleep. 


A   MOTHER    LOOKING    FORWARD 
AND   BACKWARD 

TNTO  his  eyes  with  their  wistful  hue 

The  baby's  young  mother  was  peering; 
A  mystery  lay  in  their  sky -like  blue 

And  love  that  was  sweet  and  endearing; 
And  soon  in  the  midst  of  her  sweet  reveries 
Was  her  loving  young  spirit  fast  drifting, 
At  work  on  air  castles  and  great  prophecies 
The  veil  from  his  future  uplifting: 
"How  glad  I  shall  be 

When  my  baby  is  tall, 
I'll  walk  by  his  side 

And  he'll  love  me  withal; 
His  heart  will  be  pure, 
His  purpose  sincere, 
His  strong  arm  protection, 
My  boy  without  peer!" 

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Years  have  gone  by  like  a  passing  breath; 

A  sad -faced  old  mother  is  brooding, 
Wan  and  wrinkled  and  touched  by  death, 

Grim  are  the  specters  intruding. 
She  thinks  of  her  son  and  his  life  wrecked 

at  last, 

Besotted  with  drinking  and  sinning; 
She   thinks   of   the    beauty  of   love   that  is 

past, 

The  child  of  her  youth  again  winning: 
"How  glad  would  I  be, 

If  my  son  were  a  child 
As  pure  and  as  sweet 

As  his  babyhood  wild; 
His  life  and  his  soul 

Were  now  pure  from  stain, 
And  he  in  my  arms 
My  sweet  baby  again ." 


SING  A   SONG   OF   BEDTIME 


CING  a  song  of  bedtime, 

Tiny  chubby  toes, 
Tired,  fretful  bodies 
Filling  up  with  woes, 

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SING    A    SONG    OF    BEDTIME 

Peepers  winking,  blinking, 

Head  a -nodding  so; 
"Want  a  drink  of  water, 
Please,  before  I  go." 

Bennie  wants  some  water; 

Now  he  wants  a  "piece;" 
Bossy  as  a  badger, 

Noisier  than  geese. 
Now  he  wants  his  dolly, 

"Lamb  with  woolly  fleece." 
Get  him  all  he  asks  for 

Just  to  keep  the  peace! 

Now  they're  making  ready, 

Dainty  snowy  gowns, 
Pretty  downy  bedclothes, 

Mingled  smiles  and  frowns; 
Sunny  tumbled  tresses 

Pillowed  soft  and  low; 
"Double  kiss  for  mother 

Just  before  I  go." 

Sing  a  song  of  bedtime, 
Sweetest  time  of  all, 

Soothing  little  heartaches 
Up  and  down  the  hall; 

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LULLABIES    AND    SLUMBER    SONGS 

Weary  wayward  toddlers 

Snugly  stowed  away, 
Sleep  soon  comes  to  keep  them 

Till  another  day. 


ROCK-A-BYE,  HUSH-A-BYE, 
LULL-A-BYE 

13OCK-A-BYE,    rock-a-bye,    rare    little 

rover, 
Running  and  racing  the  whole  day  through ; 

Love,  close  his  blue  eyes, 

Dear  little  bright  eyes, 
Fairies,  come  take  him  to  you. 

Hush-a-bye,  hush-a-bye,  list,  little  lover, 
Calling  for  mother  the  whole  long  day; 

Dreams,  kiss  his  sweet  eyes, 

Drowsy  young  blue  eyes, 
Clear  as  a  sky  in  May. 

Lull-a-bye,  lull-a-bye,  just  like  his  daddy, 
Learning  to  love  me  the  whole  day  long; 

Sleep,  seal  his  bright  eyes, 

Loving  soft  blue  eyes, 
How  does  he  like  my  song? 

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BYE,    BABY,    BYE 

Rock -a- bye,  hush -a- bye,  lull- a -bye,  laddie, 
Sleeping  and  dreaming  of  joy  and  love; 

Closed  are  his  dear  eyes, 

Bonnie  bright  blue  eyes, 
Mother's  soft  cooing  dove. 


BYE,  BABY,   BYE 

T    AY  your  head  down  on  your  mother's 
*-*      breast, 

Bye,  baby,  bye, 
Mother  will  watch  o'er  her  baby  blest, 

Bye,  baby,  bye; 
Moonbeams  bright  with  their  misty  wings, 

Bye,  baby,  bye, 
Kiss  the  baby  while  mother  sings, 

Bye,  baby,  bye. 

Pillow  your  cheek  on  your  mother's  arm, 

Bye,  baby,  bye, 
Mother  will  shield  you  from  every  harm, 

Bye,  baby,  bye; 
Out  of  the  sky  with  a  shower  of  dreams, 

Bye,  baby,  bye, 
Fairies  come  floating  on  silvery  streams, 

Bye,  baby,  bye. 


LULLABIES    AND    SLUMBER    SONGS 

Cuddle  yourself  in  your  mother's  lap, 

Bye,  baby,  bye; 
Cuddle  yourself  for  a  peaceful  nap, 

Bye,  baby,  bye. 
The  fays  will  find  you  and  love  you  true, 

Bye,  baby,  bye, 
My  love  and  my  life  hover  over  you, 

Bye,  baby,  bye. 


THE  CHILDREN'S  PRAYER 


T    1ST,  "Now  I  lay  me  down  to  sleep ;" 
"^^     It  is  the  children  praying; 
Low  bending  at  their  mother's  knee, 
I  hear  their  voices  saying  : 

"  I  pray  the  Lord  my  soul  to  keep  " — 

Oh,  hear  them  yet  imploring, 
A  tender  grace  to  older  hearts 
Their  childish  faith  restoring ! 

"If  I  should  die  before  I  wake"— 
The  words  are  scarcely  spoken 
When  memory  wakes  up  the  past 
And  proves  His  care  unbroken. 

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THE    SLEEPING    BEAUTY 

"I  pray  the  Lord  my  soul  to  take," 
Chimes  in  each  childish  treble, 
And  then  their  prattle  turns  away 
To  book  or  doll  or  pebble. 

That  evening  prayer,  though,  means  so 
much 

To  all  the  children  praying! 
Their  souls  with  God  it  keeps  in  touch, 

And  will  through  all  their  straying. 


THE   SLEEPING   BEAUTY 

'"PHERE  is  a  fairy  land,  far,  far  away, 
Ruled    by    a    kingly   hand,    far,    far 

away  ; 

There,  all  the  gossips  say, 
Magic  pipers  dance  and  play — 

Dance  with  the  fairy  fay,  far,  far  away. 

In  that  enchanted  land,  long,  long  ago, 
Inside  a  castle  grand,  long,  long  ago, 

There  slept  a  maiden  fair, 

Beautiful  beyond  compare, 
Waiting  her  lover  there,  long,  long  ago. 

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After  a  hundred  years,  long,  long  ago, 
Love  beaming  through  his  tears,  long,  long 

ago, 

Swift  came  her  lover  fair, 
Kissed  the  maiden  rich  and  rare, 
Waked,    won,    and    wed    her    there,    long, 
long  ago. 

To  that  enchanted  land,  far,  far  away, 
Lead  dolly  by  the  hand,  far,  far  away; 
Then  mother  swift  will  come, 
Kiss  and  wake  her  Sugar -plum, 
As  the  knight  of  fairydom,  far,  far  away. 


LITTLE   BO-PEEP 

T    ITTLE  Bo-peep  has  lost  her  sheep, 
"^"^     She  has  tumbled  them  into  a  corner; 
She  stops  playing  shepherd  and  dozes  away 
As  happy  as  little  Jack  Horner. 

Little  Bo-peep  has  sheep  to  keep, 
They  are  wandering  off  in  the  valley; 

Farther  and  farther  away  they  roam — 
Sweet  Shepherdess,  why  do  you  dally? 

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LITTLE     BO-PEEP 

Little  Bo-peep  is  fast  asleep, 

Is  dreaming  queer  dreams  in  the  corner; 
Her  bib  and  her  tucker  are  crumpled,  and  she 

Is  a  sight  —  she  was  never  forlorner. 

Little  Bo-peep,  in  slumber  deep, 

Doesn't  know  about  sheep — for  a  wonder. 

'Twould  take  forty  crickets  to  wake  her,  I 

guess, 
Or  else  a  loud  peal  of  thunder. 

Little  Bo-peep  begins  to  weep. 

How  I  pity  the  dear  little  mourner! 
She  cries  for  her  sheep  just  as  soon  as  she 
wakes, 

Over  there  in  the  nursery  corner. 

Little  Bo-peep  and  her  nursery  sheep 
Are  playing  again  in  the  corner. 

Oh,  days  they  are  happy  and  days  they  are 

sweet, 
To  little  Bo-peep  and  Jack  Horner! 

Little  Bo-peep  will  slowly  creep 

Into  womanhood.      Then,  mother,  mind 

her! 
She'll  forget  all  about  her  dear  nursery  sheep 

And  the  tales  she  has  left  behind  her. 

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THE   OLD   NURSE 


'  I  ^HE  nurse  had  hair  that  was  silver  white^ 
And  her  voice  was  sweet  and  low, 
And  her  wrinkled  face  wore  a  sunny  smile, 

And  her  step  was  soft  and  slow. 
In  her  soft  arms  laid,  to  her  bosom  pressed, 

With  a  merry,  merry  bright  blue  eye, 
Would  a  tender  maid,  like  a  fairy  dressed, 

As  a  pretty  little  dream  flower  lie. 

This  dear  old  nurse  knew  a  pretty  song, 

Which  she  sang  with  her  sweet  low  voice, 
While  her  face  lit  up  with  the  good  glad  smile 

So  it  made  one's  heart  rejoice. 
In    her   soft    strong    arms,    to    her    bosom 
pressed, 

With  a  gentle  little  coo  the  while, 
Nurse  soothed  her  alarms,  lulled  the  child 
to  rest, 

By  the  power  of  her  song  and  smile. 

Said  the  dear  old  nurse,  "In  my  cosy  lap 
Come  and  rest  your  weary  head, 

Come,  settle  yourself  for  your  forenoon  nap, 
Lest  the  day  be  swiftly  sped." 

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THE    NEST    CRADLE 


In  her  cosy  lap,  to  her  bosom  pressed, 
Through  the  murky,  misty  shadow  land, 

By  that  forenoon  nap  was  the  maiden  blessed, 
Clinging  soft  to  the  nurse's  hand. 


THE   NEST  CRADLE 

T5OCK-A-BYE,  birdie,  in  the  tree-top, 

Swung  by  each  passing  breeze; 
When  the  wind  blows  the  cradle  will  rock, 

Lashed  to  the  boughs  of  the  trees. 
When  the  bough  breaks  the  cradle  will  fall, 

Rolling  around  and  around, 
Down  will  come  cradle  and  birdie  and  all 

A -tumbling  out  on  the  ground. 

Rock -a- bye,  birdie,  in  the  tree -top, 

Night  settles  down  from  the  sky; 
When  the  wind  blows  the  cradle  will  rock, 

Tossed  by  the  storm  sweeping  by. 
When    the    bough    breaks    the    cradle   will 
fall, 

Wrecked  by  the  force  of  the  blast; 
Down  will  come  cradle  and  birdie  and  all  — 

Nesting  and  brooding  are  past. 

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A   PROMISE   TO   BABY 

'*  T  WILL  buy  you  a  dream,  little  man. 
What  kind  do  you  wish?  tell  me  true. 
Come,  close  to  me  nestle, 
My  pretty  rose  petal> 
What  kind  shall  I  purchase  for  you? 

"A  kindly  old  man  has  these  dreams, 
For  baby  and  sister  and  you. 

While  poppies  are  steeping 

Your  eyelids  for  sleeping, 
I'll  ask  him  to  send  you  a  few. 

"I  know  the  old  house  where  he  lives 
Down  the   lane  where    he  keeps   his   big 

store ; 

He  sells  sweet  caresses, 
To  bind  up  wee  tresses, — 
I've   been   there  quite  often   before. 

"So  close  tight  your  eyes,   little  dear, 
Till  I  fetch  you  the  best  that  he  sells; 
I'll  buy  you  the  rarest, 
The  choicest,  the  fairest, 
That  brownies  make  deep  in  their  dells.77 

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PUTTING    THE    BABY    TO    SLEEP 

I  lulled  him  to  sleep  in  my  lap, 
Thus  I  comforted  little  Boy  Blue,— 

When   a  thing  is  ideal, 

It  also  is  real, 
How  else  would  his  dreaming  come  true? 

Else  wishing  and  having  are  dreams, 
Are  dreaming  awake  and   at  will, 

All  living's  a  lie, 

To  wake  is  to  die, — 
Begone!     I  believe  in  them  still. 


PUTTING  THE   BABY  TO   SLEEP 


,  mother's  sweet  darling  must  sleep, 
Must  close  up  his  two  little  eyes; 

He's  mother's  sweet  cherry, 

And  little  round  berry, 
As  dainty  and  soft  as  the  skies; 
But  mother's  wee  baby  must  sleep, 
He's  drowsy  and  tired  to-night, 

Come  here  where  it's  cozy, 

My  ring -around -rosy, 
And  cuddle  down  soft  for  the  night. 

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He's  mother's  sweet  dear  little  lamb, 
He's  mother's  soft  cooing  young  dove, 

I'll  sing  him  a  ditty 

That's  tender  and  pretty 
If  only  he'll  sleep  as  he  should; 
For  mother's  wee  baby  must  sleep, 
There's  dust  on  his  eyelids  to-night; 

So  take  mother's  blessing, 

And   gentle  caressing, 
And  cuddle  down  soft  for  the  night. 


WAKING   SONG 

A  WAKE,  awake, 
^^   'Tis  now  daybreak, 
The  light  is  gaily  streaming; 

Awake,  awake, 

From  slumber  wake, 
'Tis  time  to  cease  from  dreaming. 

Arise,  arise, 

The  morning  flies, 
The  day  is  swift  advancing; 

Arise,  arise, 

Dear  drowsy  eyes, 
All  merry  maids  are  dancing. 
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IN    THE    ARMS    OF    MORPHEUS 

Away,  away, 

To  work  and  play, 
With  lively  shout  and  laughter; 

Away,  away, 

Enjoy  the  day, 
And  sleep  will  follow  after. 


IN   THE   ARMS   OF   MORPHEUS 


he  shuts    his  eyes, 
Ended  the  day. 
Heavy  his   body  lies, 

Tired   of   play. 
Arms   limp   and   breathing   slow, 

Mouth  open  wide; 
Sleep    has   him  now,   I   know, 
Sweet    dreams   beside. 

Carry  him    gently  hence, 

Soft   lay  him  down. 
Lightly,   on  tiptoe,  thence, 

All   noises  drown. 
On   through    the  stilly  night, 

Silent    he   grows; 
What   future    holds  the  wight 

Nobody  knows. 

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MOTHER'S    WEE    WILLIE    WINKIE 
LAD 

\717HO   is  as  bright  as  a  day  in  June, 

Who  is  as  fresh   as  a  rose, 
Whose  baby  prattle  is  like  an  old  tune, 
Who  has  a  pretty  wee  nose? 

Who  is  as  sweet  as  a  sugar  plum, 

Who  is  as  fine  as  a  peach, 
Who  likes  the  noise  of  a  great  big  drum, 

Who  eats  every  thing  within  reach? 

Who  has  a  dimple  above  his  chin, 

Who  has  a  merry  smile, 
Who  likes  to  chuckle  and  cheerily  grin, 

And  does  it  most  all  the  while? 

Who  has  a  voice  that  is  rich  and  sweet, 
Sweet  as  the  note  of  a  thrush, 

Who  has  ten  piggies  on  two  little  feet, 
And  a  little  tow-head  to  brush? 

Who  has  a  laugh  like  the  merry  brook, 
That  bubbles  in  sharps  and  flats, 

Who  likes  to  look  at  a  picture  book, 
And  imitate  dogs  and  cats? 

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A    TWILIGHT     SONG 

Who  has  these  things  I  am  telling  about, 

Who  is  a  constant  joy? 
Mother's  dear  Wee  Willie  Winkie  lad, 

Mother's  dear  little  boy. 


A  TWILIGHT   SONG 

P\EAR  baby,  hush! 
^"^  There's  a  lull  in  all  labor 
Busily  bounding  from  hour  to  hour; 
Twilight    has    come,    and    night-time,    its 

neighbor, 
Slow  is  beginning  to  lower. 

Come  then  and  rest! 
Night  voices  are  calling, 

Crickets  and  katydids  sing  each  to  each; 
Fireflies  are   flitting  and  dream   flowers  are 
falling 

All  for  my  dear  little  peach. 

Rest  thee  in  peace, 
Oh  my  dear  little  rover, 

Shouting  and  laughing  at  work  as  at  play! 
Rest  thee  and  sleep,  my  sweet  bee  in  the  clover, 

Sipping  at  honey  all  day! 

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Lie  down  and  sleep, 
The  stars  are  now  shining, 

Hushed  are  the  field -flowers  silent  and  still! 
The  great  evening  star  in  the  west  is  de- 
clining, 

The  moon  rises  over  the  hill. 

Sleep  on  and  dream, 
Oh,  sweet  be  thy  slumber! 

Weary  one,  sleep  while    the  dear  angels 

guard. 

Thus  through  the  nights  and  the  days  with- 
out number 
They  will  keep  watch  o'er  their  ward. 


A   SLUMBER  -SPELL 

TLTUSH,  my  baby,  do  not  cry, 

List   to  mother's   lullaby! 
Go  to  sleep,   my  blithe   bluebell, 
Mother   brings  a   slumber  spell. 

Like  the  haze    in  eastern  skies 
Is   the  mist    in   baby's   eyes, 
Eyes  whose   beauty  none  can  tell, 
Yielding   to  my  slumber  spell. 
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OFF    FOR    SLUMBER    ISLAND 

Go   to  sleep,  my  baby  bye, 
Safe  on  mother's   breast  you   lie; 
Snug  and  warm,  it  suits  you  well, 
Lulled  by  mother's  slumber  spell. 

Peace   and    rest  are  drawing    nigh, 
Sleep    is    kissing   baby  bye; 
Down    he    goes,   awhile  to   dwell, 
Underneath    my  slumber  spell. 


OFF   FOR   SLUMBER   ISLAND 


H1 


[EAVE,  ho!   heave,  ho! 

The  South  winds  blow, 
The  tide  to  the  sea  has  begun  to  flow; 
And  the  odor  of  pine 
With  the  odor  of  brine, 
Is  moving  to  sea  from  the  ocean  line. 

Heigh,  ho!    heigh,  ho! 

O  breathe  and  blow! 
Encircle  the  bed  of  my  baby,  O; 

Ye  winds  of  the  West, 

Bring  sleep  to  the  nest, 
And  seal  up  the  eyes  of  my  baby  blest. 

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LULLABIES    AND    SLUMBER    SONGS 

O  good  strong  boat 

On  the  sea  afloat, 
My  boy  to  the  Slumber  Islands  tote! 

With  the  moving  tide, 

O'er  the  waters  glide, 
As  into  the  haven  of  rest  you  ride. 

O  mild  moonlight! 

O  stars  of  night! 
Shine  soft  on  the  face  of  my  baby  bright; 

With  magical  charms 

Allay  his  alarms, 
And  return  him  safe  to  his  mother's  arms. 


BABY   BYE 

T  DO  love  you  through  and  through,  baby 

bye, 
And  I  love  you  strong  and  true,  baby  bye; 

Sweet  and  bright  is  your  love  light, 
And  to  love  you  seems  just  right,  baby  bye. 

I  shall  love  you  as  you  grow,  baby  bye, 
You  shall  be  your  mother's  beau,  baby  bye; 

Each  day  through,  I  love  you  true, 
And  my  soul  doth  cleave  to  you,  baby  bye. 

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ASLEEP 

I  shall  love  you  when  I'm  old,  baby  bye, 
And  my  love  shall  not  grow  cold,  baby  bye; 

Soft  and  slow,  I  rock  you  so 
To  the  land  of  sweet  balow,  baby  bye. 

I  shall  love  you  till  I  die,  baby  bye, 
You're  the  light  of  mother's  eye,  baby  bye; 

Sing  ye  soft,   and  sing  ye  low, 
And  I  love  you,  that  I  know,  baby  bye. 


ASLEEP 


A  SLEEP,  behold  his  sweet  face  smiling! 
*^     Angels  are  whispering  secrets  true; 
With  life  and  love  his  heart  beguiling, 
As  sweet  and  pure   as  morning  dew. 

Asleep,  oh,  see  my  rosebud  resting, 
My  dewdrop  crystal  fresh  and  pure, 

My  lily-bloom  love's  power  is  testing, 
Is  making  heaven  more  real  and  sure. 

Asleep,  oh,  list  his  gentle  breathing! 

The  winds  are  wafting  perfumes  rare, 
With  bud  and  bloom  his  cheeks  enwreathing, 

And  kissing  sunlight  in  his  hair. 

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Asleep,   and  lo,  the  Prince  of  Heaven 
Is  crowning  his  beloved  in  sleep! 

There  are  six  things  He  loveth,  yea,  seven, 
These  in  thy  crown,  He  giving,  keep. 

Asleep,  oh  love,  oh  life  endearing! 

How  rich  and  sweet  to  gaze  on  thee! 
Joy  fills  my  heart  at  thought  of  rearing 

This  sweet  young  life  God  gives  to  me. 


THE  VOICE   OF  THE   TURTLE 

THE    MOTHER    IN    SWITZERLAND,    HER    BABE 
IN   AMERICA 


voice  of  the  turtle  is  heard  in  the 
land, 

The  loveliest  music  afloat, 
The  time  of  its  nesting  and  brooding  's  at 

hand, 

Oh,  list  to  its  musical  note! 
Fly  away,  fly  away,  fly  away,   birdie, 

Swift  with  a  message  of  love, 
Tell  to  my  dearie  that  life  would  be  dreary 
Without  the  soft  coo  of  my  dove. 

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Blow,  ye  soft  winds   from  the    far  western 
hills, 

Laden  with  promise  of  June, 
Bring  o'er  the  waters  a  message  that  thrills, 

All  under  the  silvery  moon! 
Come  again,  come  again,  come  again,  birdie, 

Sing  of  my  own  turtle  dove, 
Sing  of  my  dearie — I'm  weary,  I'm  weary, 

Oh,  comfort  my  heart  with  hfe  love!,  ,    , 

The  voice    of    the    turtle    i$  "heard    in    dve 
land; 

It  sings  to  its  own  turtle  dove, 
"Your   feathers   are    fluffy   and    pretty   and 
soft, 

As  soft  as  the  blue  up  above." 
Fly  away,  fly  away,  fly  away,  birdie, 

Carry  my  message  of  love, 
Say  to  my  dearie — I'm  weary,  I'm  weary, 

Sing  him  the  song  of  the  dove. 

Floating  and  flitting  and  winging  and  sing- 
ing, 

Oh,  list  to  the  message  he  brings, 
"Thy   love   is  the    nearest   and    truest    and 

dearest 
And   sweetest  of  all  pretty  things." 


LULLABIES    AND    SLUMBER    SONGS 

Come    again,    come    again,     come     again, 
birdie, 

Sing  me  that  song  of  my  dove, 
Sing  of  my  dearie  the  song  that  is  cheery, 

Tender  and  sweet  as  his  love. 


NIGHT   FERRYMAN 


J^V  FERRYMAN,  ferryman,  what  of  the 

river? 
The  sun  has  gone  down,  and  the  dark- 

ness ensues. 
O    ferryman,    tell    us,    are    you    the    good 

giver 

Who  takes  little  children   across  without 
dues? 

Then  ho,  for  the  journey  that  soon  must 

be  taken, 
All    cuddled    up   safe    in    the   ferryman's 

boat! 
It's    a  fine  trip  to  take,   and    it's   hard  to 

awaken, 

When  slumbering  sweet  in  the  best  ship 
afloat. 


THE    RESTLESS    CHILD 

O  ferryman,  ferryman,  what  shall  betide  us, 
Weary  worn  pilgrims  who  should  be  at 

rest? 

O'er  the  dark  waters,  O  ferryman,  guide  us! 
Lend  us  an  oar,  and  we'll  give  thee  our 
best. 

Then  ferry  us  safely  across  the  dark  waters, 
There's  cloud  in  the  sky  and  the  dark 

creepeth  on, 
Then  ferry  us  swiftly  as  though  your  own 

daughters 

Were  pleading  for  passage  as  night  sweep  - 
eth  on. 

O  ferryman,  ferryman,  now  we  are  drifting 
Off  to  the  islands  of  slumber  and  peace; 

Gently  we  float  with  the  tide,  and  the  motion 
Lulleth  to  rest  as  our  murmurings  cease. 


THE   RESTLESS   CHILD 

TS  Sleep  a  stranger  to  my  dear  babe  yet, 

Will  he  not  close  thine  eyes, 
Nor  silence  haste  to  seal  thy  lips, 
While  the  swift  night-time  flies? 

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If  only  some  fantastic  dream 
Would  steal  across  thy  mind, 

Or  else  some  dainty  lullaby 
Come  to  thee  on  the  wind! 

All  motion  yet?  ah,  restless  child! 

Long  since  the  wild  flowers  sleep; 
The  birds,  too,  fold  their  weary  wings 

In  rest  prolonged  and  deep. 

If  only  some  bright  fairy's  smile 
Would  lull  thy  wakeful  heart; 

If  only  one  would  wave  his  wand, 
The  ghosts  of  sleep  to  start! 

He  sleeps,  and  from  my  weary  watch, 
With  aching  head  and  brain, 

I  settle  down.     Come,  gentle  sleep, 
Distil  thy  drops  like  rain. 


AN   ORCHARD   NAP 


gentle  Zephyrs,  out  one  day, 
Kissed  soft  a  little  child  at  play, 
With  pearly  dew  his  eyelids  filled, 
Which  Naiads  of  the  sea  distilled. 

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A    NURSERY    LULLABY 

The  gentle  Nymphs  of  wood  and  grove 
Surrounded  him  and  mildly  strove, 
The  Sunbeams  warmed  his  rosy  cheek, 
A  Zephyr  kissed  his  forehead  meek. 

The  Robins  filled  the  air  with  song; 
The  Larks  with  carols  helped  along; 
The  Breezes  wafted  sweet  perfume 
From  every  clover  top  in  bloom. 

The  Pixie  people  in  the  glades 
Dropped  shovels,  axes,  picks  and  spades, 
To  help  the  Brownies  haul  a  bed 
Of  moss  and  roses  for  his  head. 

The  Fairies  spun  a  web  of  dreams, 
And  floated  him  on  silvery  streams; 
He  soon  forgot  his  work  and  play, 
And  went  to  sleep  just  where  he  lay. 


A  NURSERY   LULLABY 


'T'HE  weary  doll  has  closed  her  eyes, 

And  so  has  sister  Sue, 
The  soldier   lads  are   fast  asleep, 
So  you  sleep  too. 

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The  sawdust  dog   is  dreaming   now, 
Poor   puss   has  ceased   to  mew, 

The  stuffed  giraffe  has  gone  to  sleep, 
So  you  sleep  too. 

The  woolly  lamb   is  nodding    low, 
The   silly  sheep   doze   true, 

The  old   rag   doll   is  wrapt    in  sleep, 
So  you  sleep    too. 

The  rubber  duck  has  ceased  to  quack, 
The  drowsy  cow  won't  moo, 

The   big   tin  top  tries   hard   to  sleep, 
So  you  sleep  too. 

The    hobby   horse    is  tired   out, 
The  candy  mouse   looks   blue, 

The    Brownies  all   are  lost    in  sleep, 
So  you  sleep   too. 


A  VISIT  TO   SLEEPY  HOLLOW 

I.    GETTING   READY 


put  away  soldiers  and  blocks, 
And  let  down  your  dear  dollie's  tresses; 
Then  off  with  your  gaiters  and  socks, 
And  off  with  your  pretty  new  dresses. 
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A    VISIT    TO    SLEEPY    HOLLOW 

For  each  in  a  dainty  white  gown, 

With  a  little  church  service  to  follow, 

The  children  prepare  to  go  down 
To  visit  the  old  Sleepy  Hollow. 

It  lies  on  an  isle  in  the  sea, 

With  the  waters  of  Lethe  surrounded, 
Where  fairies  dance  daily  with  glee, 

Where  music  and  mirth  are  unbounded. 

II.    THE    START 

The  signals  say  ready  to  start, 
The  whistles  are  merrily  blowing, 

The  farewells  go  straight  to  one's  heart, 
The  richest  of  blessings  bestowing. 

As  soon  as  the  pilot  says  go, 

They  slip  from  the  sturdy  old  harbor, 
The  sailors  begin  their  heave  ho, 

From  larboard,  and  windward,  and  star- 
board. 

In  a  dainty  white  steamer  they  sail, 

With    storm    winds    and    waves    it    will 
wrestle, 

A  jolly  good  craft  in  a  gale, 

And  jolly  the  crew  of  the  vessel. 

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III.    THE   JOURNEY 

The  steamer  swings  out  to  the  tide, 

Creeps  slowly  out  past  the  dread  narrows, 

The  channel  grows  suddenly  wide, 
Then  straight  as  an  Indian's  arrows. 

Away  o'er  the  billows  of  sleep, 

How  gentle  and  dreamy  the  motion! 

The  vessel  speeds  off  for  the  deep, 
The  pilot  steers  straight  for  the  ocean. 

Thus  under  the  stars  and  the  moon, 
And  wafted  by  mild  western  breezes, 

Their  journey  is  over  too  soon, 

Each    lands    from    the    boat    where    he 
pleases. 

IV.    SLEEPY  HOLLOW 

There  dwells  on  the  island  a  man 
Who  loves  little  children  most  dearly; 

He  does  for  them  all  that  he  can, 
And  does  it  both  daily  and  yearly. 

With  music  and  songs,  see,  he  comes, 
To  lead  them  all  down  to  the  Hollow; 

With  trumpets  and  dollies  and  drums, 
The  children  all  eagerly  follow. 

108 


GOING    TO    BED 


He  gives  to  them  marbles  and  tops, 
Popcorn  that  is  sugared,  and  candy, 

He  gives  to  them  ginger  that  pops, 
And  everything  else  that  is  handy. 

V.    THE   RETURN 

Then  back  to  the  ship  they  are  led, 
Each  passenger  laden  with  honey, 

On  feathers  and  roses  they  tread, 

And  each  with  a  purse  full  of  money. 

They  catch  at  the  incoming  tide, 

And  back  o'er  the  billows  come  bounding; 

The  tales  that  they  tell  of  the  ride 
Are  simply  and  truly  astounding. 

Then  on  go  the  gaiters  and  socks, 
And  on  go  the  pretty  new  dresses, 

Then  out  come  the  soldiers  and  blocks, 
And  up  go  the  dear  dollie's  tresses. 


GOING   TO   BED 

*1pHIS  is  the  way  to  slumber  land, 

Slumber  land,  slumber  land, 
This  is  the  way  to  slumber  land, 
When  darkness  settles  down. 

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LULLABIES    AND    SLUMBER    SONGS 

You  make  a  light  on  the  nursery  wall, 
Nursery  wall,  nursery  wall, 

And  mother  takes  you  one  and  all, 
A  story  sweet  to  tell. 

You  dress  yourself  in  cap  and  gown, 
Cap  and  gown,  cap  and  gown, 

You  say  your  prayers  without  a  frown, 
And  mother  kiss  good -night. 

You  take  your  dollie  in  your  arms, 
In  your  arms,  in  your  arms; 

It  drives  away  all  sorts  of  harms, 
To  hold  your  dollie  close. 

Well,  when  you  tumble  into  bed, 

Into  bed,  into  bed, 
And  nestle  soft  your  drowsy  head, 

On  pillows  white  and  sweet, 

To  dreamy  fields  away  you  go, 
Away  you  go,  away  you  go; 

To  sleep  and  dream  is  good,  you  know, 
For  little  boys  and  girls. 

So  that's  the  way  to  slumber  land, 

To  slumber  land,  to  slumber  land, 

That's  the  way  to  slumber  land, 
When  darkness  settles  down. 


A    POEM    WITH    A    PURR -PUSS 


A   POEM   WITH   A   PURR-PUSS 

A    TABBY  with  two  little  kits  one  day 

Was  trying  to  close  her  eyes; 
She  curled  herself  up  in  a  ring  this  way, 
And  wagged  with  her  ears  at  the  flies. 
But  the  little  cats  bothered  their  poor  old 

Tab; 

They  blew  in  her  ears,  at  her  tail  made  a  grab, 
Sat  down  on  her  head,  gave  her  nose  a  jab, 
And  wakened  her  with  their  cries. 

These  bothersome  kitties  were  such  a  tease 

Old  Tabbie  was  quite  put  out, 
So  asked  for  a  dozen  or  two  of  fleas, 

To  put  her  two  kitties  to  rout. 
The  fleas  went  to  work  with  a  ve  vo  vum, 
To  fleoy  biterey  itcbi  and  scratckum, 
And    did    up   the   job    so    the    kittens   said 

"Dumb!" 
And  chased  their  cat  tails  about. 

The  two  little  pussies  at  last  called  quit, 

And  forthwith  began  to  cry; 
They  said  they  were  tired  of  being  bit, 

And  Tabbie  exclaimed,  "So  am  I." 


LULLABIES    AND     SLUMBER    SONGS 

But  they  fussed  and  they  teased   and  they 

tugged  at  her, 
Till  she  snuggled  them  warmly  against  her 

fur, 
And  she  purred  to  her  pussies  a  right  good 

purr, 
Till  all  fell  asleep,  Oh  my! 

Now  mother's  dear  pussie  must  close  her  eyes, 
And  nestle  right  down  in  bed, 

Or  mother  will  call  for  some  bluebottle  flies, 
To  buzz  round  her  pretty  brown  head. 

So  the  puss  cuddled  down  in  a  nice  warm 
place, 

And  buried  her  pretty  sweet  paddies  and  face, 

And  gave  not  a  ghost  of  a  sign,  nor  a  trace, 
Of  aught  that  was  done  or  said. 


MOON,  HIDE  YOUR  LIGHT 

TV/TOON,  moon,   hide  your   light; 

Sink,  sink  into  night! 
Baby  wonders  at  the  skies, 
Baby  will  not  close  her  eyes; 
Moon,  hide  your  light! 


THE     DREAM     TREE 

Stars,  stars,  cease  to  shine, 
Soft  bright  eyes  are  thine, 
Sealing  baby's  eyes  that  weep, 
Soothing  her  with  gentle  sleep, 
Stars,  cease  to  shine! 

Moon,  stars,  now  good-night! 
Shed  soft  silver  light. 
Little  laddies,  slumber  deep, 
Bonnie  lassies  are  asleep; 
Moon,  stars,  good -night! 


THE   DREAM   TREE 


A  WAY  on  the  tops  of   the   high   dream 
•^^        trees, 

I  can  see  the  sweet  fruit  that  they  bear, 
In  clusters  and  bunches  as  big  as  you  please, 
And  no  one  to  frighten  you  there. 

Your  mother  hath  shaken  a  sweet  dream  tree 

Full  oft  for  her  dearie  before, 
And  down  came  a  shower  of  dreams  upon 
thee: 

She'll  do  it  yet  many  times  more. 

H  113 


LULLABIES    AND    SLUMBER    SONGS 

While  some  are  as  big  as  a  popcorn  ball, 
There  are  others  the  size  of  a  bead, 

A  few  are  like  dollies,  some  short  and  some 

tall, 
Exactly  the  kind  that  you  need. 

They    swing    from    the    boughs   of    a    fine 

dream   tree ; 

They  ripen  each  day  in  the  year, 
Then    tumble   right    into    your    lap,    don't 

you  see, 
Enough  and  to  spare,  never  fear! 

But  mother's  wee  darling  will  not  be  on  hand 
To  gather  the  dreams  when  they  fall, 

So  rock -a- bye,  darling,  hie  off  to  that  land, 
And  mother  will  hear  if  you  call. 


HUSH-A-BYE 

'  I  *HE  sun  has  gone  to  his  couch  in  the 
west, 

Hush -a- bye,  hush -a- bye; 
The  flowers  have  folded  their  petals  to  rest, 
The  squirrel  has  gone  to  his  hollow  tree  nest, 

Hush -a- bye,  hush -a- bye. 

114, 


HUSH-A-BYE 

Thy  father  sails  out  on  the  sea  to-night, 

Hush-a-bye,  hush-a-bye; 

While  the  lights  are  out  in  the  sleepy  town, 

He'll  troll  all  night  with  the  lines  let  down, 

Hush-a-bye,  hush-a-bye. 

The  baby  will  sail  in  his  warm,  snug  boat, 

Hush-a-bye,  hush-a-bye; 
Across  the  night  from  the  dark  to  the  day, 
From  the  sunset  dusk  to  the  sunrise  gay, 
Hush-a-bye,  hush-a-bye. 

The  bird  has  its  nest  on  a  bough  overhead, 
Hush-a-bye,  hush-a-bye; 

The  squirrel  is  housed  in  a  hole,  as  I  said; 

But  baby  will  sleep  in  a  snug  little  bed, 
Hush-a-bye,  hush-a-bye. 


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